My Stepfather Joe

 

                     He usually was smiling

Joe was my stepfather, but he was so much more to me than just a substitute dad for when my biological dad wasn’t around.  How does one go about writing a tribute story about someone they loved?  I guess it’s by sharing my favorite memories of that person.  This one is about my stepfather – Joe. Continue reading

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Death – I Ain’t Doin’ It

 

I just love you, love you, love you. I don’t even know the reason why. – Seals & Crofts

 

I/We, my wife and I, are responsible for the death of a precious life; a hummingbird.  I guess this is as good a time as any to write about everyone’s favorite topic – death.  Continue reading

Breakfast – The Most Important Meal of the Day

 

Breakfast of Champs?

 

Breakfast, the most important meal of the day; so said Lenna Cooper in 1917.  Since then though, that slogan’s been hijacked by the likes of Cap’n Crunch and Fruit Loops.  I will say though that when I was raising my boys, breakfast was the ‘most memorable’ meal of the day.  Continue reading

Taco Bell – Where People Go to Grow

 

        Ours looked just like this one

 

My very first real job was for Taco Bell.  I started as a regular hourly worker and was eventually ‘fired’ (link) while serving as the second youngest Store Manager in the country.  I’ve already written a few Taco Bell related stories but there are so many additional memories from that time of my life.  I’m not sure where this story will go but I wanted to see if I could jot the rest of them down and hope they fit together somehow.
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Thompson Park – Do You Remember the Company-Owned Family Park?

 

Entrance to a Day of Fun

As each generation grows older, it witnesses the disappearance of sights, sounds and activities.  We look back on those times and forgotten places often with remorse, but almost always with fondness. Every generation experiences this.  This month’s story is about one of those places; the company-owned recreation and activities park.
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Fond Memories from my Church Bowling Years

Where am I going to put all these? (especially when I start my golfing career)

 

Bowling, I really miss bowling. I don’t have enough cartilage in my left knee and I really need a good left knee for bowling.  I’m right handed and right handed bowlers need to land on their left foot when rolling the ball. Don’t believe me?  Go bowling and roll the ball down the alley with your right hand while standing only on your bent right leg.  I tried it – I looked even more goofy than I already am, (and I didn’t think it possible). If you’re a frequent visitor here then you know why my left leg is bad (here in this story).  Memories though; my bowling memories are some of my favorite. Continue reading

Kim Learns to Change her own Oil – or How to Impress the Future In-Laws

She was a beauty

 

The year was 1976. Kim and I were both 18 and had not long ago, stood together atop the Eiffel Tower, (the fake one at King’s Island), looking outward, wondering what life held for us. My first car was an old ’67 Pontiac Bonneville that, (under the supervision of my stepfather), I installed my own timing chain.  The Bonneville was a heavy duty luxury tank discarded by the military for its low gas mileage. It weighed five million pounds and would go anywhere in the snow when even the snow-clearing vehicles were sidelined.  A gas guzzling tank however, that car helped me to learn a few of the basic maintenance tasks occasionally needed to keep them running. Continue reading

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

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