The country, scratch that, the WORLD is going crazy at the time of this writing due to COVID-19, affectionately known as the Coronavirus, (or the China virus depending on your US politics). I know I’m late getting out another story and I just did not want to write a serious episode so I had to dig deep in the memory banks for one that is lighter, given I’m almost tapped out after 250 accounts. So here goes… Continue reading →
That’s right, I said it. At least for me, there was no stress like high school stress. Does anyone really need to write a story to explain that? Umm…not really….but I’m going to anyway. After all, I just celebrated my 53rd ‘free year’ since surviving getting hit by a school bus, so why not.
The year was 1976. Kim and I were both 18 and had not long ago, stood together atop the Eiffel Tower, (the fake one at King’s Island), looking outward, wondering what life held for us. My first car was an old ’67 Pontiac Bonneville that, (under the supervision of my stepfather), I installed my own timing chain. The Bonneville was a heavy duty luxury tank discarded by the military for its low gas mileage. It weighed five million pounds and would go anywhere in the snow when even the snow-clearing vehicles were sidelined. A gas guzzling tank however, that car helped me to learn a few of the basic maintenance tasks occasionally needed to keep them running. Continue reading →
I’m 30,000 feet above the Earth as I’m beginning this week’s story, on my way home to Sacramento. My visit was a quick-in, quick-out trip to help celebrate the 80th birthday for my wife’s mom. Although it was a quick visit, it was a productive visit, a lot was accomplished.
We’ve all committed sins, done many things for which we are not proud, some for which we still feel guilt and others we do not. We walk around with secrets that we try to bury within ourselves, act like they never really happened. No one really suspects we’ve done these wrongs to ourselves and others, but we know, don’t we.
I am currently wearing a bandage and tape on my left thumb. Apparently, I am incapable of understanding that metal with sharp edges is very capable of clicking right through human skin. Continue reading →
We have a serious water shortage in California due to a several year drought. Every now and again though, I get a craving for a long, hot shower. Our bathroom is the furthest point from our hot water heater so to help save water, we keep two five-gallon buckets in the shower. They catch all the cold water before the shower gets hot and then we use that water to either water the outdoor plants or dump into the swimming pool. To help even more, when the water turns hot, I like to dial the spray so that it’s more widespread, thin streamed. This way if I want to take a long shower, I use much less water.
I assume many people grew up with hot showers and so they therefore take them for granted. I was not one of these people so it’s hard for me not to consider myself very lucky when I step into that hot water stream. If I turn around with my back to the water, I see to my right a small window that provides a nice view of the neighborhood below. Directly ahead, I see my sink and usually my cat Bandit has her head bent down underneath the faucet, lapping up the slow stream of water that I provided for her. Continue reading →