It’s time for another Kim Saga story, (or as she’s known here, her alias name Sheila). When we left off in the last story, it was the Fall of 1975. There was much more action in the summer, fall and winter of that year. This chapter is mostly the Fall and Winter, late 75. What is it about hormones that drives teenagers nuts, (or adults for that matter). Oh, by the way, if Sheila’s mom has stumbled onto this story, leave. Go watch a video on Facebook, one featuring cute kittens or something like that. This story shouldn’t be read by parents. Gone now? Ok, where was I? Continue reading
Our cars drive us back and forth from where we are and where we’re going.
Almost everyone I’ve ever met in my life has said that they remember the details of every single place they lived in and every single car they ever owned. Well, ok – all the men remember all the cars. My wife can recall the details of every single golf course we’ve played on, but has blocked out most of the memories of our vehicles. We spend most of our time on this earth in our homes. The mere act of sleeping can account for a 1/3rd of our lives, (or 50% for our teenage kids).
Most of us fondly recall our cars as well; there are stories and memories associated with every single one we ever owned or leased. Several of my blog stories have been, or will be, written around one of our cars. I wanted, however, to write a single documentary story that would list every vehicle Kim and I have owned in our adult lives. That doesn’t sound too exciting, does it? I’ll try to spice it up where I can but if for nothing else, this story is at minimum, for me (as are all of my stories). For if I didn’t enjoy reading what I’ve written, then writing these would be a horrible waste of time. Time is what we have to make love and memories. Love and memories take us further than our cars. Continue reading