Our Little Picasso


Ours was slightly less attractive than this one

Ours was slightly less attractive than this


Go forth and multiply – procreation.  Procreation implies parenting.  Parenting is perhaps the toughest job on the planet.  It’s often thankless but now that I have the benefit of hindsight, I can honestly state that I wouldn’t have had it any other way.  Just because my kids are grown and out of the house doesn’t mean that the job’s over either.  Occasionally, they still need guidance.

You could have a dozen kids from the same two parents, raise them in the same city, the same house, the same rules, same schools, same everything and every single one of them could turn out entirely different from one another.  Like Forrest Gump’s box of chocolate, you really do never know what you’re going to get.  If you’re keeping your eyes peeled and paying attention though, your kids might give you a glimpse early on as to which way they lean.  Will they be musicians, will they be scientists, will they be good with their hands and become mechanics or plumbers?  How will you know?  Shouldn’t we watch for signs when they’re very young so we’ll know which side of the brain to stimulate? Continue reading

Divorce Part 2


Dad & Mary - I think they were happy once?

Dad & Mary – I think they were happy once?


It’s been the better part of a year since I wrote Divorce Part 1.  Feel free to read it now if you’re new to my stories or if you just want to get re-grounded for this next account.  In Part 1, I wrote about the big night, the night my dad left the house, the night he tried using me against my mom by trying to get me to leave the house with him.  Writing the story forced me to think through the details and now with my being much older and mature, I now see things for what they really were.  I’ve come to a few more conclusions, (or conjectures), about my dad and this time period.   Continue reading

The Fear of Rejection – The First Time I Said I Love You to Kim

Love Means....wait, what does love mean again?

Love Means….wait, what does love mean again?

Scattered within all of these little stories I’m sharing with you, there is a ‘sub story’ about the progression and development of my love affair with my wife.  The stories are in chronological order, intermittently published.  I’ll begin this one here by telling you that this is the story about telling my girlfriend Kim, (now my wife), for the very first time that I loved her.  I don’t know where the story will go.  Even though this occurred almost 40 years ago, the memory is easy enough to share.  It’s the background, the ‘noise’ if you will, that I think will take the longest for me to think through and document.  Was I scared to say I love you?  If so, why?  How far back does it go?  Am I needy, why did I always have a girlfriend, what was the reason?  Why did I feel so certain that Kim was the one?

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More Foundry Days – Practical Joking at the Foundry in Hamilton, Ohio

Watching it can be mesmerizing, touching deadly

Watching it can be mesmerizing, touching deadly

Mentioned in my first Foundry Days story (read me) as our sales were declining during the 80’s and we were finding ourselves with lots of free time, we all were finding ways to tease each other and entertain ourselves.  The manufacturing areas of the foundry were hot, dirty, dangerous and required very strong backs.  No practical jokes ever got played around the iron or the dangerous grinders – people could get killed.  Away from the iron was a different story.  We only had two females.  They both worked in the office.  In fact, I can only remember one female ever applying to work in the shop.  It was a bunch of guys working together and with no females there to keep us in line, the old adage ‘boys will be boys’ often played out.  Continue reading