Yesterday I read that Eminem was celebrating his 10th year being sober. So glad for him and anyone who gets sober! It got me to thinking about addictions and hard-to-break habits in general. Someday I hope to write a story celebrating how I’ve finally kicked my bad nail biting habit….but not today. Today I’m going to tell a tale about inheritance. Sounds exciting, doesn’t it. Continue reading
I really appreciate the encouragement to continue writing these little excepts from my rusty old memory bank. Honestly, I never…..NEVER expected to be sitting here after having written 200+ real life stories! When I was young, I was a true left-brainer, a real math geek. I mean, seriously – I could prove out a Calculus theorem in nothing flat, but put me into a literature writing class and my palms would get sweaty, my nails chewed off and a few Excedrin downed. So I continue to amaze myself when I get excited about the prospect of writing another new story. Continue reading
Well, at the time of this writing, it is nearing the ultimate season of joy, that time of year of great giving. No, I’m not speaking of tax season. I’m of course talking about Christmas. Continue reading
I was drafted into the Marines as a child. In fact, me and my two brothers were all in the Marines at the same time; Dad’s Marine Corp! We served at Camp Goodman from 1963 to 1968, at which time we were released to the Prytania Alley Kid’dom. Continue reading
The house is empty now and you know what that means. Uh-huh, no kids to worry about walking in during sex. Sex anytime and anywhere, yee-haw!
Being alone, without a spouse, has elements of what it might be like to be in prison; I read a lot, I write a lot, I lift a lot of weights, do a lot of aerobics and take lots of cold showers. Thankfully, no one makes me bend over for the soap. Continue reading
Well I did it, I am no longer an Uber Virgin. You heard me right, I just took my first Uber ride. I flew down to Phoenix, mainly to attend a concert. One of my oldest son’s favorite bands is Guns N Roses and so he invited me to attend with him.
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.