I’ve heard it said that some people are cat people and some are dog people. The other day I found this article online as I was looking into the background info before writing my story here.
Category Archives: Puppy Love
Romance & Royalty in the Fourth Grade
Before I write any stories about my girlfriend, (ultimately my wife), I am working my way through childhood romances. There is one that I almost accidentally skipped so let me try to document what I remember about my fourth grade flame Kathy Dudley, and anything else worthy of mention that year. Continue reading
The Power of Music – Diane was not a Green-Eyed Lady
I gave it some serious thought and came to the conclusion that it’s connected to a vivid childhood memory of love lost. My summer girlfriend of 1971 when I was 13 was Diane Mathews. In hindsight, Diane was my first ‘long-term relationship’. Diane was a year older than I and attended St. Peters Catholic school, whereas I attended public schools. She was cool and she was a good athlete. She became the mold for my perfect woman, the one who I eventually fell in love with and married. Continue reading
My First Steady (or Four Minutes in 12 Year-Old Slow Dance Heaven)
All of us have lots and lots of regrets in life, lots. Some are very significant and major life altering events. Others are tiny moments we wished we had acted differently and we still think about many years after the occurrence. All of our actions and inaction, however, serve to help form who we are today. Continue reading
Do You Remember Your Very First Kiss? — I Sure Do!
Although most of my informative years were spent living in a house on Prytania Avenue, five years were spent in a rented house on Goodman Avenue in the Fillmore Elementary school district, (1029 Goodman to be precise). It was in that house that I was to find my first best friend, (Timmy Apwisch), my first life threatening experience, (getting hit by a school bus), and my very first kiss on the lips from someone who was not my mother or a relative with a little too much facial hair. Continue reading
Love Strikes in the Sixth Grade
I was sitting here tonight just chilling and writing down another cute childhood story when while I was writing I recalled a memory that I had totally forgotten about and not thought about since it occurred way back in sixth grade. I decided to bounce over here and write this one as it is cute. It is a confession of a secret I have been harboring for about 43 years. Continue reading