Music to Our Ears – Joe Could Sleep ANYWHERE!

Joe surrounded by his little girls

Joe surrounded by his little girls

My stepfather Joe could sleep anytime and anywhere.  I used to think that was a special skill.  Now that I’m older, I realize that it’s an acquired skill given to father’s as they are beaten down by years of sleepless nights and endless days.
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True Confessions of a Mattress Surfer

My blog is my confessional

My blog is my confessional

The thing about being committed to trying to write a personal account story each and every week is that is forces one, (the one here being “me”), to be pretty honest with the readers and myself.  For example, I have a draft written of what I think is a somewhat self-deprecating story, one I must have written more than a year ago.  I know that one day it will get published but it’s difficult for me to finish because in general, I try to always be a ‘glass is almost full’ kinda’ guy.  Sometimes I feel like I’m judging myself in these stories, being too critical perhaps.  We are most tough on ourselves.

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Kim Saga Grand Finale…… or is it?

Smile for the Camera

Smile for the Camera

From The Wonder Years
Growing up happens in a heartbeat. One day, you’re in diapers; next day, and you’re gone. But the memories of childhood stay with you for the long haul.
 
Well, here we are kids, the final episode of the little mini drama I’ve been calling my Kim Saga.  For any of you new readers who might have accidentally stumbled onto my story blog while looking for your favorite recipe, kitten video or porn site, welcome!  My story blog is all about me, my own personal life documentary.  Inside these couple hundred accounts is one long one about how I first encountered my wife as a 14 year old, (link), all the way to this point here; getting married.

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My Wife Gets a Hole-in-One – Beginner’s Luck?

8/14/98 - the fateful day my wife's head no longer fit through the doorway

8/14/98 – the fateful day my wife’s head no longer fit through the doorway

After breaking my leg, I was told “no more running sports, Rob”.  If you’ve been a long time reader, then you’ve probably picked up on my thoughts regarding the importance of common activities and sports, especially in a relationship.  (If not, here’s a sample story – link).

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Eaton’s Hamilton Inn – Friend to the Brady Bunch

Sardine Mobile

Sardine Mobile

John Eaton of Hamilton, Ohio and the Hamilton Inn.  I couldn’t find him in Wikipedia.  I also couldn’t find him or his inn in any of the Internet historical sites.  They might be there, but my exhaustive ten minute search turned up a big fat goose egg.  For several decades though, he was a successful businessman in Hamilton, Ohio and for many years a friend to my mom, and therefore friend to our Brady Bunch family.

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