I can’t explain why, but it is the very hardest thing for me to do. Now, with only one leg and the possibility of further surgeries on the horizon, I don’t have a lot of choice in the matter. I just can’t do what I used to do. Not alone. The very first thing thatContinue reading “Asking for Help”
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Smells
Some of my very favorites: Newborn baby smell. Doesn’t last for long. Unspoiled. Japanese villages food stalls. New cut lumber. Old car smell. As opposed to the clean, factory-generated new car smell. I’m talking an old Rolls Royce or Bentley Town Car that has endured five kids, three grandchildren and cartons upon cartons of DunhillsContinue reading “Smells”
Thank You
Now that I’m a 1000+ blog poster, I wanted to take a minute to offer thanks to some of the key people who have each helped, in their own way, to make this one glorious ride so far. I want to thank Linda, an 8th grader (I was in seventh grade) for telling me IContinue reading “Thank You”
Pass the Salt
This crow is a little bland. Just when I throw in the towel for democracy in general and the Democratic party in particular, one hundred million dollars is raised in 48 hours for the presumptive presidential nominee Kamala Harris. This money is coming from five, ten, and twenty dollar donations from citizens across this greatContinue reading “Pass the Salt”
999 and counting….
I never thought I would EVER be one of those… You know, people who post online blogs. This is the 999th post I have had published on this blog site and I am having just as much fun doing it now as when I started three years ago. My science of writing is a simplisticContinue reading “999 and counting….”
Working Stoned
When I think back on the entirety of my working career, I really went to work stoned. A lot. When you are a young chef candidate, you are crushing long hours with other young hopefuls, and guess what? Every one of them is high. Once you attain a level of autonomy and say-so in anContinue reading “Working Stoned”
Jolly Old
I retain fond memories of my time in Europe, particularly in the midlands of England, outside the city of Oxford. Housing for military at the small ex-RAF base Upper Heyford was at a premium, and my mom always insisted we did NOT live in base housing, rather, she preferred us to encounter our new hostContinue reading “Jolly Old”
Jolly Old
I retain fond memories of my time in Europe, particularly in the midlands of England, outside the city of Oxford. Housing for military at the small ex-RAF base Upper Heyford was at a premium, and my mom always insisted we did NOT live in base housing, rather, she preferred us to encounter our new hostContinue reading “Jolly Old”
I KNOW Why Me?
I am my best ally and my own worst enemy. I elevated myself to levels of euphoria and visited the depths of the abyss. From the year 1974 to 1987, if given any two choices, I would indubitably choose the option that was the worse for me. Consistently. Knowingly. When I entered the higher echelonsContinue reading “I KNOW Why Me?”
Holding My Breath
No new wars to report. No mass murders. No new charges levied against Trump. No stupid shit coming out of Marjorie Taylor Greene’s mug. I’m NOT holding my breath to see how many millions of dollars the next high school phenom will get to play football for one of the NCAA’s money machines. These kidsContinue reading “Holding My Breath”
