Just this past weekend, (as I am writing this story), I finished up driving our little red sports car from Sacramento to Phoenix. The car is a 2000 Mazda Miata with still under 30,000 miles on it. Believe it or not, it even still smells like a new car inside. I had burned one of my favorite James Lee Burke audiobooks onto cd and this really helped to keep me alert during the 14 hour drive. For extra company, I had purchased some D cell batteries for my Sirius Sportster ‘boombox’. While I was down in Phoenix, I did get an opportunity to take in a round of golf. I hooked up with a very nice Canadian couple for the round. As I was trying to add to our conversation topics, I was reminded of one of only two of my visits to Canada.
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.
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.
Continued from Part 1, last week
Un autre avion?
Ok, at least they understood that. Hopefully I didn’t just ask them where the aviary was. They looked at me and just sort of shrugged their shoulders in a ‘who knows’ sort of fashion. There was no way to reach her. I just had to sit and fret. Finally, around six, the sun looked like it would soon be setting. This really worried me because there are no lights at the St Bart’s airport – it shuts down when the sun goes down.
Human sexuality – beautiful, confusing, pleasurable, fun, stressful, rewarding…….even bruising.
Our beloved pet has developed serious issues with her bile ducts and as such, is not getting all she needs from her liver. We know we’re not going to have her company for as long as we’d like. I have always planned on writing a ‘celebrate Sasha’ story and so I decided to write it before she passes….just in case she sneaks onto the Internet to read my blog – this one’s for you Sasha, we love you! Continue reading
Rings. For thousands of years, rings have been worn on our fingers as important symbols. Some are worn merely for decoration and attraction, but for the most part, rings are important and symbolic in nature to the wearer. I have three rings that mean something important to me. I have a wedding ring and I have a pinky ring, both given to me by my wife. The wedding ring is obvious, the pinky was the one given to me as a high schooler when we were steadies. It will be featured in a later story.
Like most women, my wife wears her wedding ring constantly. It’s not the original wedding band and engagement ring I gave her when we were only twenty years old, no it’s one a little more fancy. I have made I guess a little tradition by creating a surprise on every fifth wedding anniversary and it all started on our 15th with a ring. Let me explain. Continue reading
It was the best of times. It was the worst of times. This famous literary opening well describes the summer following my getting caught in my girlfriend’s bedroom by her mother. Let me back up a tad in case you are a visitor, new to my story blog site. One of the multi-chapter stories embedded within my blog is the telling of my wife’s and mine early days together, beginning with our meeting in junior high through to getting married. These can be found by clicking on the “Kim Saga” Category. In the last story, (link here), I had gotten caught in “Sheila’s” bedroom by her mother. We pick up now from that point. Continue reading