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.
On the day I am beginning to write this story, we are getting our very first soaking rain here in the Sacramento valley. Summertime is officially over. I even heard thunder a few times, not a very common occurrence here in this area. While living in Ohio, like a lot of people, I had the opinion that everyone in California worried on a daily basis about earthquakes and fires gone rampant. Now that I’ve lived here in the Sacramento area for a dozen years and haven’t worried about either ever, I’m thinking perhaps this was a rumor started by Californians in an effort to try to keep down migration from other states. Like most people, I have though experienced a few episodes of dangerous weather.
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).