Rings – Important Symbols or Just Ring Around the Collar?

92-93 was a very busy time for me

92-93 was a very busy time for me

Rings.  For thousands of years, rings have been worn on our fingers as important symbols.  Some are worn merely for decoration and attraction, but for the most part, rings are important and symbolic in nature to the wearer.  I have three rings that mean something important to me.  I have a wedding ring and I have a pinky ring, both given to me by my wife.  The wedding ring is obvious, the pinky was the one given to me as a high schooler when we were steadies.  It will be featured in a later story.

Like most women, my wife wears her wedding ring constantly.  It’s not the original wedding band and engagement ring I gave her when we were only twenty years old, no it’s one a little more fancy.  I have made I guess a little tradition by creating a surprise on every fifth wedding anniversary and it all started on our 15th with a ring.  Let me explain. Continue reading


Skating the Circles of Life

Ah, the familiar skating sign in Hamilton

Ah, the familiar skating sign in Hamilton

I’ve written a few stories that mentioned our local west side Hamiltucky skating rink.  The stories mentioning early interactions with my wife and with my then best friend Terry represent important memories for me.  If I’m comparing to today’s teens, for a lot of us high schoolers, the skating rink was our ‘mall’.  It was THE place for social interaction, whether it be friendship, love or a number of any other dramas.  Friday and Saturday nights had to be spent at the rink if you wanted to get away from the boring adults and wanted to be a part of that weekend’s kid drama.

Yet Another Shocking Experience

You're Welcome...

You’re Welcome…

I thought I’d write another more recent story about growing up, learning lessons.

As a very young child, I have a very vague memory of one of our cats getting shocked somehow.  I think it was playing with a thin cord from a lamp or a vacuum cleaner, bit through it and zap!  The cat lived but was a little raggedy looking around the face for a couple of weeks as it had burnt whiskers.  It was lucky to be alive and apparently learned its lesson as it never again played with electrical cords.  If a monkey had been watching this occur, I have no doubt that it would have learned from the episode and stayed very clear of all lamp and appliance cords.  We humans are supposed to be intelligent, at least smarter than cats – perhaps not.   Continue reading

The Pen is Mightier than the Sword, (unless someone is stealing your pens)

Pen is Mightier Indeed

Pen is Mightier Indeed

It’s written that most every person has stolen something in their lives.  It can be as simple as a box of paper clips or ink pens from work, but technically it’s still theft if it’s for personal use.  Last week I wrote about my wife’s tendency to steal small furry rodents and I’ve stolen more than just a dime, (as I wrote about in this story), but this story is about stealing from me.  I’ve had things stolen from me as a kid.  On every occasion, every single time it happened, it ended up being someone I knew and trusted (at the time).   I have a few of these short stories to share and am writing each one as they occurred in my childhood.  In case you’re new to the site, my first exposure of a friend stealing from me was an attempted theft of a couple of coins way back when I was only 5 or 6 years old.  Here’s the link

There might have been other times, but the next one I remember happened in 8th grade at school; WJHS, Wilson Junior High School.  I’ve written a few stories mentioning junior high and overall, I’d have to say that they were my most fun years at school, (except maybe for sixth grade).  Continue reading