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.
I’ve written a few times recently about my having to visit our house in Phoenix. Soon it will become our home away from snow. Until then, when it’s my turn to visit, I like to eat out of the freezer. I absolutely cannot stand to throw away food so I take it upon myself to eat the frozen leftovers from previous visits. I don’t think ‘normal people’, (people who aren’t the finance person in the household), appreciate what a burden it is to always be mentally calculating the future value of waste or unnecessary spending (transportation spending can be the worst). I’d rather have money to do things, take nice vacations.
I was 13 that year, Diane and I were summer lovers (link). It was a great summer. We all had summer passes to the local community swimming hole, Wilson Pool, located directly next door to the Soapbox Derby track. Most hot days we’d all pick up and walk down to spend the day at the pool. The pool was generally well staffed and taken care of in those days. It was a great place for us pre-high school kids to hang out at. Continue reading