High School is Over…..So Are the Headaches

Yeah…I’m gonna’ need those TPS reports

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.

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Teenager Church Days

‘Spent many a Sunday morning here trying to stay awake

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. 

Meet the Enforcer – Getting Swats in School

Yup, looked quite a bit like this!

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…

Thompson Park – Do You Remember the Company-Owned Family Park?

 

Entrance to a Day of Fun

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.

The Wall of Gaylord – Riding a Unicycle and other Mediocre Accomplishments

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.

My Threads of Life – Maybe we are all Connected

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.

Music to Our Ears – Joe Could Sleep ANYWHERE!

Joe surrounded by his little girls

My stepfather Joe could sleep anytime and anywhere.  I used to think that was a special skill.  Now that I’m older, I realize that it’s an acquired skill given to father’s as they are beaten down by years of sleepless nights and endless days.

Eaton’s Hamilton Inn – Friend to the Brady Bunch

Sardine Mobile

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.

Muffler Burns & Love Bites

Working under mufflers can be very dangerous

Human sexuality – beautiful, confusing, pleasurable, fun, stressful, rewarding…….even bruising.

The Coolest Snow Day Ever – Hamilton, the City of Ice

A Kid’s Dream Come True

We transferred to California in 2004.  We left a house in Ohio which we sold for $200k and felt pretty good about the sale.  What a shock it was when we arrived here for our house hunting trip!  Holy cow, nothing had prepared us for the price war going on in the Sacramento area.  Keep in mind, this was right smack in the middle of the giant bubble that was building in the housing market.  The bubble was one part of it.  The other part was not apparent yet.  Every house, almost every house we looked at was priced a good two and a half times the equivalent house in Ohio.  What the heck – how many doctors and lawyers could there possibly be here!?