I have a lot of notes on my iPad for future stories; things that happened or topics I want to document, basically everything I can remember and anything I think my kids might like to enjoy reading after I’m gone. This story is being started the night before a Wailin’ Jennys concert in Grass Valley, California. California has a lot of small towns whose residents support the local arts and artists. Grass Valley does a decent job of attracting a few major names, (oh, and it’s home to Kenny Bania of Seinfeld – we saw him open for Paul Reiser there). We also saw the Jennys two years ago at The Crest in Sacramento and fell in love with their voices.
Music means a lot to me. I’m sure it doesn’t mean as much as it does to people who make their living in the business, but according to Marilu Henner one of our senses are dominant in that it the dominant sense aids our memories. When I read her book, (Total Memory Makeover), there was a test that helped me determine which of my senses was the guiding sense. My son Tim’s was smell and my wife’s was touch. Mine was sound. My taste for music is wide, but not necessarily what you might call eclectic. I like most from Bluegrass, like Alison Krause, to Eminem. I confess that I don’t like most rap, but I do like Eminem.
Being as that I am working my way through the Dave Robicheaux books by James Lee Burke and the fact that I recently visited my son who lives in Louisiana, I thought perhaps it’s time I try to write about the wonderful five years we lived in that state. MORE
Joe was my stepfather, but he was so much more to me than just a substitute dad for when my biological dad wasn’t around. How does one go about writing a tribute story about someone they loved? I guess it’s by sharing my favorite memories of that person. This one is about my stepfather – Joe. Continue reading →
Breakfast, the most important meal of the day; so said Lenna Cooper in 1917. Since then though, that slogan’s been hijacked by the likes of Cap’n Crunch and Fruit Loops. I will say though that when I was raising my boys, breakfast was the ‘most memorable’ meal of the day. Continue reading →
My wife chose a good time to be out of town. Tuesday, (yesterday as I’m writing this), we came close to a record high here in the Phoenix area – 119. It was so hot that even the bees decided to take a swim in our pool.
Fun Loving – How I Hope we are Remembered (not like F’ing Amateurs)
I think I’ve written this a few times in my stories but here it is again – I’ve always been a long term planner. I think my desire to put together a long term plan and then stick to it all began as a very young teen as I was watching my parents go through the difficulties associated with bankruptcy. So now, here we are in Arizona; golfing, hiking and biking every day.
I have bad teeth. At least that’s how I feel. It’s probably more likely that my teeth are average. I happen to live with a person, (my wife), who has very strong teeth; only one tiny cavity in her entire life. Me? At least a dozen cavities, a half dozen caps and two veneers. I’m a dentist’s best midnight dream.
As I’m sitting down to begin writing this week’s story, Christmas has just ended for 2016. This time of the year is associated with a spirit of giving. I’ve always believed that we each receive so much more when we give. As a matter of fact, I received the most memorable switching as a result of giving away a can of my dad’s soup without asking first, (a not so fun memory related to giving – link). But this week’s story about ‘giving’ is a funny memory for me.
I still miss playing basketball. I miss feeling faster than most other players I played with. I miss that feeling of having played for thirty minutes, running hard and wearing down the other players and still feeling like I could run like that for another hour. I think that’s what I miss the most about having to give up running sports when I broke my leg (link). Oh, I was never good enough, (or even brave enough), to try out for the high school team, but leave me unguarded in the three point range in our industrial and church leagues and I was liable to drop half a dozen three pointers in on you within the first quarter. I just loved to shoot.
A few hours ago, (when I began writing this), I had just returned from picking up my wife at the airport. One of the ‘drive-home topics’ naturally was the traditional “how was your flight” conversation. She spoke of flying over the big first major storm of the season and later, as I watched the video footage of the blizzard in Minnesota, I was reminded of the time we got snowbound in Puerto Rico.