I am terrible at trying to hide guilt. My blogpost The Great Recess Caper of 1961 is proof of that. I would love to be able to claim some sort of far-reaching conspiracy for the legal “issues” I have endured, but the truth of the matter is that I was a dumbass doing dumbass thingsContinue reading “As Charged”
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Spoiling Our Children
Alright, it’s not that we haven’t already exceeded the limits of anthropomorphism with our dogs. We talk to them. We laugh at and with them as if we are jovial pals. We teach them tricks. We dress them up. We give up sleep space to them. We teach them how to sing. We hide theirContinue reading “Spoiling Our Children”
Haru
Japanese for Spring. Having been self-quarantined since last September, our first little foray out of the house was to the Japanese Friendship Garden in downtown Phoenix on Saturday. I know, a trip downtown? But this is to one of my favorite little parks in Phoenix and it was for Haru, the celebration of the SpringContinue reading “Haru”
The Grind
I continue with the reading of my book. As promised, under the letter “F” the first emotion is fearful. Here is the preface followed by the short story Amazon. Now starting next Monday since I have run out of original music, I will be playing one of the songs from my previously-posted playlist. I haveContinue reading “The Grind”
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”
Fear
What scares you? The first thing I remember that really scared the hell out of me was the 1960 classic The Fall of the House of Usher. That maniacal laugh of Vincent Price still gives me chills to this day. My parents had loaded us kids in the family car and pulled into the localContinue reading “Fear”
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”
Everclear
I am 18 years of age, pissing fire and crapping lightning. And no, those weren’t medical conditions, just feeling pretty much like a badass. I was invincible. Then someone handed me a mason jar of clear liquid that inexorably altered my existence on planet Earth. Everclear. Now I am on the record as being aContinue reading “Everclear”
Crying
I am a crybaby. I admit it. It’s hard to refute when you are sitting there watching a sad movie and the waterworks begin. Since it is part of me, I’ve never cared to downplay it. I’m not embarrassed by it; it’s just who I am. I used to tell my friends I would kickContinue reading “Crying”
Loyalty
Throughout my life, I have placed a very high premium on loyalty. Maybe even too high a premium. If someone displays loyalty to me, there is absolutely nothing I won’t do for them. In my own case, I do not seek out loyalty, but greatly value it when I receive it. I am loyal toContinue reading “Loyalty”
