We’ve all committed sins, done many things for which we are not proud, some for which we still feel guilt and others we do not. We walk around with secrets that we try to bury within ourselves, act like they never really happened. No one really suspects we’ve done these wrongs to ourselves and others, but we know, don’t we.
In the last ‘Kim story’, I finally worked up the courage to tell Kim that I loved her. If you are new and would like to get up to speed, there is a Category named “Kim Saga”. Merely find the “Categories” somewhere on this page your are reading and then select this category. One of the things I immediately loved and was attracted to in Kim was her sense of adventure, her lust for life. You know the old adage about walking a mile in another person’s shoes? Well, at pretty much the same age, both of us had experienced life threatening events. I was hit by a school bus (read me) and she had open heart surgery. Yes, open heart surgery; way back in the early 60’s as a little girl, with a pioneer surgeon, it was a complete success. No doubt our own personal experiences played a major role in shaping our psyche and influencing our behaviors. Both of us are what I would describe as very determined and long term goal oriented. We are grateful for what we have and we recognize the beauty of life itself. We have a few sharp differences, but what we have in common is much stronger than our differences. Continue reading
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
There’s a great ’89 SNL skit featuring Jan Hooks and Alec Baldwin, set in a diner. Two geeks sitting up at the diner bar were regulars. They had no chance with any of the waitresses, but loved to come on a regular basis, not only because the food was good, but also because the waitresses were nice to these poor saps. This was me and 3 other paperboys in 1971 in a corner drug store in Hamilton, Ohio. (here’s the transcript for that skit) Continue reading
I must have been 15 years old at the time of this event I’m sharing. A guy named Randy was 16 and Randy was popular for many reasons, one being that he was the oldest kid in our particular age group…and had access to one something we all desired as blossoming teenagers. No, I’m not talking about Playboy magazines – I’m talking about a car! This was no average vehicle. No, it was the one and only Ralph Nader Death Machine, the Chevrolet Corvair, affectionately referred to us as “The Pic Mobile”. It belonged to Randy’s dad, but was the primary transportation for Randy, (known to us all in the neighborhood as Pic – short for Pickle). Continue reading