Correspondence School – Worth the Effort

The poor innocents – my boys

 

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

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Empty Packages at Christmas…..or Were They?

What do I want for Christmas? How ’bout your hand out of my crotch?

 

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

Wipe that Smile Off Your Face, Marine!

Where are my Viceroys Private?

 

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 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.

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Every Dentist Loves Me

Yeahhh Baby….

 
I have bad teeth.  At least that’s how I feel.  It’s probably more likely that my teeth are average.  I happen to live with a person, (my wife), who has very strong teeth; only one tiny cavity in her entire life.  Me?  At least a dozen cavities, a half dozen caps and two veneers.  I’m a dentist’s best midnight dream.  

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Game 791 in the Over 30 League

Nothing but Net

Nothing but Net

 

I still miss playing basketball.  I miss feeling faster than most other players I played with.  I miss that feeling of having played for thirty minutes, running hard and wearing down the other players and still feeling like I could run like that for another hour.  I think that’s what I miss the most about having to give up running sports when I broke my leg (link).  Oh, I was never good enough, (or even brave enough), to try out for the high school team, but leave me unguarded in the three point range in our industrial and church leagues and I was liable to drop half a dozen three pointers in on you within the first quarter.  I just loved to shoot.  

Getting Snowbound in Puerto Rico

We all float down here!

              We all float down here!

A few hours ago, (when I began writing this), I had just returned from picking up my wife at the airport.  One of the ‘drive-home topics’ naturally was the traditional “how was your flight” conversation.  She spoke of flying over the big first major storm of the season and later, as I watched the video footage of the blizzard in Minnesota, I was reminded of the time we got snowbound in Puerto Rico.

Kissing on the Monkey Bars

Ours were shorter and more rectangular

Ours were shorter and more rectangular

Very many times as I am writing these little true life stories, I am hit sideways with a new memory.  It sometimes makes me believe that all of our memories are neatly tucked away inside the many whorls of our brain.  Wouldn’t it be a great thing to be able to tap into them or download them onto a flash drive so that they could be replayed on your video screen?  This is a short story, but it’s a very cute one, a memory I’m glad that popped out of one of those brain whorls.

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A Stroll Down Memory Lane in Hamilton, Ohio

Ah......Frisch's Big Boy

Ah……Frisch’s Big Boy

I’m 30,000 feet above the Earth as I’m beginning this week’s story, on my way home to Sacramento.  My visit was a quick-in, quick-out trip to help celebrate the 80th birthday for my wife’s mom.  Although it was a quick visit, it was a productive visit, a lot was accomplished.

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