Regret is a Four Letter Word – Interview with Grandma & Granddad



When I was a little kid, we went only to one place for my parents’ vacations – Vincennes, Indiana.  The negative aspect of this fact is that we never went anywhere special for vacation.  I guess that’s why I think it’s so important to give my kids great vacations.  As a kid myself, I can recall only once, when we went to Mammoth Caves.  The pro though of going only to Vincennes is that because we usually stayed at my dad’s parents place, I got to spend a lot of time with Grandma and Granddad.  If given the opportunity, I’d love to interview them both today, to learn and write their story… many questions I’d love to ask.

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All I Want for Christmas is a Little Magic (and a One Man Army Killing Machine)

What do I want for Christmas? How 'bout your hand out of my crotch?

What do I want for Christmas? How ’bout your hand out of my crotch?


I’ve written a couple of Christmas related stories I think.  Let me go look.  Yes, here is one where my Dad felt the urge to be benevolent so he shared the truth about there not being a Santa as he was walking out the door (link), (probably headed out to the local tavern).  Oh, and just to prove that the teasing gene does indeed get passed down through the generations, you’ll read about a couple of nice tricks I played on our youngest boy in this same story.

Double Decker Busses, Billy Jack and Flubs – Summers in Hamilton

There's not going to be a damn thing you can do about it

There’s not going to be a damn thing you can do about it

Even in Ohio, summers can get very warm.  The Cincinnati area gets its fair share of humidity so when you grow up without air conditioning in the early 70’s, you’re scratching around for quarters so you can get into the movie theater.  Moms like this plan too since it gets the annoying kids out of her hair – maybe she didn’t want A/C.  One day in 1971, we went to see Billy Jack, (I think the group was Me, Tommy, Rich, Diane and someone else).  The Cinema West would let you stay indoors there for as many times as you wanted to hear Coven sing out One Tin Soldier so when after the first viewing we saw the lighted Second National Bank sign read 105 degrees, we all knew we were gonna’ get to see Billy take his right foot and whop Posner on that side of his face, (again and again).

I was 13 that year, Diane and I were summer lovers (link).  It was a great summer.  We all had summer passes to the local community swimming hole, Wilson Pool, located directly next door to the Soapbox Derby track.  Most hot days we’d all pick up and walk down to spend the day at the pool.  The pool was generally well staffed and taken care of in those days.  It was a great place for us pre-high school kids to hang out at. Continue reading

Would You Like Weevils with your Fries?




I admit it – I like to cook.  I hate the cleanup stage, but I like to cook, always have.  In this short phase of being ‘house husband’, (I say short because I don’t know how long it will last), I am doing all the cooking.  This makes me King of What to Eat Tonight.

The dishes I make fall into just a few simple categories:

* recipes all 3 of us love (only 3 of us left in the house)

* recipes Kim and I both love

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