We all have stories of trial and difficulty, and I had a spell of difficulty when a small boy—a medical condition. I share this, because there are others in the midst of their own struggles—many far worse, and I thought they might relate in some small way. And you know by now I like memories particularly [...]
As fathers and grandfathers have done for centuries I do today—I wonder how the years have passed one on one on one. How a boy peddling bike or making first football team is now a man holding a woman’s hand. How a girl in princess costume watching “Say Yes To The Dress” now wears one and [...]
My girlfriend’s mother had given me a cluster of three balloons when all met for my birthday dinner. One of the trio was helium filled and the other two standard issue. There was also a sturdy plastic clip tied to the streamers which was used to keep the cluster from floating away. When returning home that [...]
Year two-thousand twenty was different then any I’ve experienced, and I think others would hold similar opinion. I refer to the danger posed to life by the invisible organism that quietly passes from one human to another. The ramifications of the pandemic have been far reaching, and it still presses heavily upon our lives. I’m fortunate [...]
We were in eighth grade’s twilight days. I remember my friends and I wanted school to be over and I remember we were a bit too big for our britches—we thought we were cool. I suppose we weren’t unusual, but in recollecting, I feel for the teachers who were hopeful we would get a tighter rein [...]
Passing through doors on way to pay respects, we were greeted by a sunny, sultry, late summer morning. Our destination was less than two miles from work’s lot and given we allowed ample time and given the end of our short journey was to be a somber affair, we walked slowly to vehicle. I drove and [...]
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Our maternal grandmother’s heritage was Romanian. Her name was Elizabeth, but she went by what a grandmother in Romania would, bunică, which we pronounced boonie. She was not a tall woman, which she frequently lamented, standing some five-feet four-inches, though she stood above her mother who grew to a scant four-foot ten-inches. Not surprisingly, her mother [...]
Many moons ago I dabbled in the use of cannabis, aka; pot, reefer, red bud, Acapulo gold, sensimilla, and so on. This is not an advertisement or an endorsement, for I went too far in the use of these types of distractions, but as I said this was long ago. For the sake of story, I [...]
Winter in Northeastern Ohio tends to cuff arm and leg to sofa inside two-by-four brick-faced tee-pee and a body craves the great outdoors no matter what weather may greet. It was a cold night—mercury hang’n out in the low teens—a perfect night for a cruise. So my bud joined me for a ride over snow crusted [...]
