We interviewed two realtors today. The first young woman we spoke with is going to be tough to beat. She was smart, efficient and ready for any questions of which I had several. Now I knew the housing market was strong, but to say the current climate is beneficial for sellers is the understatement ofContinue reading “Selling the House Day 1”
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The End of the Innocence
An awesome song by Don Henley and the subject of today’s reading from my book Emotions: Not your Mama’s ABC’s! I am sure in some point in time, I will record and post a few Don Henley tunes that I cover. Man, what a voice. A big musical influence on me and my style, asContinue reading “The End of the Innocence”
What’s News?
Who do you trust for your news? In days gone by, you had paragons of integrity reporting the facts, without coloring or filtering it. Brinkley, Cronkite, Reasoner, Jennings, and you must insert Barbara Walters in that group. At least her earlier reporting before she started making mini-movies for 60 Minutes and then her own specials.Continue reading “What’s News?”
Grandpas
I was not particularly close with my Mom’s father. I seemed to be at the end of a long line of nieces and nephews all vying for attention from The Man. I was okay with that. I know he was a tough guy working at a slaughterhouse for many years. I guess that’s where myContinue reading “Grandpas”
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”
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”
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”
Pancakes
Pancakes rock. When I was a kid, I could eat a stack of them all drizzled with butter and a river of maple syrup. As I got older, I sort of lost my appetite for them. Unless it was two or three in the morning and I had a snootful of VO and Budweiser. AfterContinue reading “Pancakes”
