We made it. 4 days and 2000 miles later we pulled into the Buckeye State. Hot, muggy, but shades of green all over the place. The Domestic Despot and I went out on our own today looking at homes out in the country. We found a few possibilities and the realtor will be showing usContinue reading “Ohio”
Category Archives: Big brothers
They Don’t Teach This in a Book
I learned early. I am six years-old on the back of my brother’s Honda Cub and we are winding through narrow Japanese dirt streets lined with vendors of all types: Household goods. Meat. Fish. Electronics (such as they were in 1960 Japan). Restaurants. Brothels. Yep, right there next to the tent that was selling frozenContinue reading “They Don’t Teach This in a Book”
Reading
Reading rocks. You’re doing it now. I started reading at a very early age. My big brother Ed, eight years my senior, would take immense delight teasing my sister, who was four years older than I. He would have her try and read the “Acknowledgements” page of any book. Like any other normal child ofContinue reading “Reading”
