My 20th Birthday – Big & Beautiful Metallic Green Schwinn

The Big Green Schwinn

The Big Green Schwinn

Bicycles have always been important to me.  Before you misread me though, I’m not a bicycle ‘freak’ – they aren’t my sole activity.  Actually, I don’t really have a sole activity.  I’m one of those guys who’s always wanted to experience a wide list of diversions so I participated in a multitude of activities and became a master of nothing.  But I’ve always loved biking.  The importance to me of a bicycle stems back to my childhood (read me) when having a bike meant having freedom to explore the world. Continue reading

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My Dad Worked for the CIA – Babysitting for a Bicycle

The first SMART phones?

The first SMART phones?

When my mom and dad were still together as husband and wife, my mom took on part time jobs here and there outside of the house to bring in extra cash.  My earliest recollection of this is from an age where I think most of us think that kids don’t remember things. I must have been 3 years old, 4 at the very latest.  We were living in Fairfield, Ohio on a street named Creech Lane.  Mom was working part time as a server at a place called The Kitten Lounge.  I saw her in uniform only once or twice, but I very clearly recall the uniform included black stockings and I really have a memory of a fuzzy tail or maybe it was a long tail since it was a ‘kitten’ lounge.  (Years of therapy have finally gotten rid of my nightmares).

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Simpler Times – My First Childhood Friend Tim

We also have singing in common - I hope he's better than I

We also have singing in common – I hope he’s better than I

This week’s “Remember the Time Blog Hop” topic is supposed to be about the time we had an imaginary friend. I never had an imaginary friend. I have plenty of voices in my head, but none of them are very friendly and I work very hard to keep them contained. Rather than bow out of the weekly writing episode, I have decided to break the rules and write about my very first childhood friend, Tim Apwisch (Timmy). I know I am not the first in the blog hop to break this rule as my virtual friend Kelly has done the same thing so hopefully I won’t get kicked out of the club, (oh and real friends sure beat having a jar of pimentos as a friend).

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