A couple of weeks ago, as my wife was cruising Facebook, she asked if I knew a guy named Bobby B; he died. Yes, I have a funny memory including Bobby. Continue reading
It’s happened – I’m officially old. Why do I say this, you may ask? Because I’ve turned into one of the people I used to think was old when they said things like, ‘the good old days’ or ‘things were better then’. Well….other than 1968…..maybe they were…
As each generation grows older, it witnesses the disappearance of sights, sounds and activities. We look back on those times and forgotten places often with remorse, but almost always with fondness. Every generation experiences this. This month’s story is about one of those places; the company-owned recreation and activities park.
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.
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.
John Eaton of Hamilton, Ohio and the Hamilton Inn. I couldn’t find him in Wikipedia. I also couldn’t find him or his inn in any of the Internet historical sites. They might be there, but my exhaustive ten minute search turned up a big fat goose egg. For several decades though, he was a successful businessman in Hamilton, Ohio and for many years a friend to my mom, and therefore friend to our Brady Bunch family.
Human sexuality – beautiful, confusing, pleasurable, fun, stressful, rewarding…….even bruising.