Well, the pool floats have been dis-inflated and put away for the winter and the pump timer has been adjusted down. Although the water is still in the pool, it will have to wait until the next summer season. It is too cold to enjoy.
Ever eat a Pine Cone?
I don’t know what it is about my metabolism but I don’t typically feel hunger pangs, at least not on any type of normal schedule for people who have access to food whenever they want. Oh, don’t get me wrong. I can definitely put away the food. Continue reading
The real Slim Shady
Yesterday I read that Eminem was celebrating his 10th year being sober. So glad for him and anyone who gets sober! It got me to thinking about addictions and hard-to-break habits in general. Someday I hope to write a story celebrating how I’ve finally kicked my bad nail biting habit….but not today. Today I’m going to tell a tale about inheritance. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it. Continue reading
Where are my Viceroys Private?
I was drafted into the Marines as a child. In fact, me and my two brothers were all in the Marines at the same time; Dad’s Marine Corp! We served at Camp Goodman from 1963 to 1968, at which time we were released to the Prytania Alley Kid’dom. Continue reading
My athletic accomplishments would look like this
I wrote most of this story more than two years ago but didn’t finish until now. I held off I guess because I felt I was self defeating. But hey, every single aspect, minute or major, of everything that’s occurred in our lives, goes into the making of who we are as adults. I promised to make an honest attempt to document all my moments of growing up, so here I go.
You want me to go where?
The night I began writing this true tale is in the middle of December, just a couple of days before the coming of the shortest day of the year. We are so busy this month as we prepare for a final relocation to Phoenix. There is so much to do when moving and especially when downsizing. The biggest job of course is the rummaging through 2-3 decades of ‘stuff’ – do we keep the three bins of the kids’ kindergarten artwork? What gets sold on EBay? What gets donated to Goodwill? Should I send my name and address to this guy in Jackson, Florida so he can send me a check for my wife’s curio, the one he just loves from my Craigslist ad? And what about Blackey, the outdoor cat who adopted us 12 years ago?
Ours were shorter and more rectangular
Very many times as I am writing these little true life stories, I am hit sideways with a new memory. It sometimes makes me believe that all of our memories are neatly tucked away inside the many whorls of our brain. Wouldn’t it be a great thing to be able to tap into them or download them onto a flash drive so that they could be replayed on your video screen? This is a short story, but it’s a very cute one, a memory I’m glad that popped out of one of those brain whorls.
11/22/63
In this story (link) I wrote a funny tale of how for a brief moment I thought I might be blood related to my wife. It’s a funny joke sometimes shared amongst us ‘Hamiltuckians’ that we’re all related to each other and it’s appropriate that at the time of this release, I am spending time with Kim’s family, celebrating her mom’s birthday. Perhaps Kim and I are not blood related, but there definitely are a lot of strings connecting our paths.
Do the Truffle Shuffle
When I began this little ‘project’, this life story, this telling of tales, I thought to myself – this cannot last long, how many stories could I possibly tell, 10, 25, 50? And here I am now at story 199! I’m finally beginning to get to a point to where I might be able to soon see the end of the tunnel. When I run out of memories, I’ll stop. For now though, there’s still more to share so stop your applause. You’re being rude.
Hey! That’s Mine!
Recently I shared a story of nighttime hi-jinx where a few of us Prytania boys broke a commandment. Now that’s it’s been more than 40 years ago, memories like that one can be fun to look back on and reminisce with the cohorts equally responsible. It’s no fun being stolen from though and I have been on the receiving end of that commandment a few times. This week I thought I’d share one of those stories.
Growing up on Prytania 