I’m Only Three – (in Cicada Cycles)

A Face only a Mother Could Love

A Face only a Mother Could Love

I live in California now, but I grew up on Prytania, in Hamilton, Ohio.  When you grow up in a place like Hamilton, you grow up with cicadas.  What?  You don’t know what a cicada is?  Oh, well then, allow me to educate you.  A cicada is an insect, a big stubby-looking flying insect with big orange eyes, (many are red), and a mouth that doesn’t bite.  It makes a huge constant racket over 100 decibels in its quest to attract mates and oh, it lives underground for 17 years.  Some of them live underground for 13 years but they all live on or near tree roots until it’s time to come up from the ground, only to mate.  When they do come up from their underground roots, they arrive in ‘broods’ of thousands, sometimes millions.  They don’t bite or eat, they only suck tree sap.  If they land on you, just flick it off – it’s stupid, it just thinks you’re a tree.
I swear I’m not making this up.
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Lions eat Zebras – Our First Year at Miami University

Headed off to the Senior Prom '76

Headed off to the Senior Prom ’76

When last we were together, (you and I), Kim and I were standing atop the Kings Island Eiffel Tower, perhaps considering our futures.  We got through Senior Prom and graduation without a hitch to speak of, but what the hell was next?  When we graduated, I was working full time hours with Taco Bell and Kim I think had left Wendy’s, did a couple of weeks waitress’ing at Frisch’s and then landed a part time job at The Gap.  Over the summer we both worked.  We worked, we played and we wondered what the future had in store for us.  Continue reading

I Don’t Need my Boots On – Bury Me with my Yo-Yo’s and Clackers

Clackers!

Clackers!

The sixties were a great time to be a kid and we owe it all to President Kennedy.  My history is a little rusty, but I’m fairly sure he ordered the NASA scientists to “make toys for the astronauts to play with on the moon”.  Oh yeah, I think he also told the astronauts to get their butts up to the moon to test out the new toys.  The historians aren’t kidding when they write about Kennedy being so young.  NASA scientists and inventors all over the country were charged up, their creativity genes on overdrive.  We kids benefited – every kid wanted to be an astronaut or wanted to work for Wham-O so they could invent and test out the really cool new toys like Frisbee, Slinky or Superballs.

 

It Never Stops – My Odds of Dying in Car Crash

Oops, where's my bumper?

Oops, where’s my bumper?

It seems that it never ends, threats of life ending that is.  Very early in this story telling escapade, I shared how I somehow escaped death as a 7 year old when I was struck by a school bus (link).  I have a few of these stories to share and I was hoping that there would not be any new ones, but here I am, getting ready to share one that happened just the other night.
According to the NSC, the odds of any of us dying with the cause of death being a car crash, is 1 in 112.  Apparently that statistic does not include me because I’ve had a couple of accidents that could have ended this way.  I guess I’m destined to be one of the 1 in 7 who will die of heart disease or cancer; oh joy.

Lunchtime at Deuscher’s – Dixie Hamburgers, Belly Bombers or Dead Goats?

Flavor Crytals on the Grill for sure!

Flavor Crytals on the Grill for sure!

I left Taco Bell right before the Christmas holiday in 1978.  How that all transpired is a very interesting story in of itself and one I plan to write one day.  In just two weeks I stumbled upon a job at the Deuscher Foundry.  I stopped into Job Service in downtown Hamilton on the West side of the river and the lady I spoke with said something had just come in and it might be right up my alley.  Two interviews later and I was the new assistant production clerk, getting the office experience I wanted. I’ve shared a number of fun stories about Deuscher’s like this one and this one, or even this one.  Lunchtime was special there too and so it deserves a little attention. Continue reading