I’ve heard it said that writing is easy. “Just sit down at the keyboard and open a vein.” ~~~~~ Confessions of a bad Son. 9/26/97 My Mothers Lost Youth. I can’t imagine what it’s like to loose all control of your body. I don’t mean incontinence, although it’s a problem. I mean, getting old and […]
About 1948 I was 5 years old. My Mom worked in the motion picture business inCharlotteand knew all the theater owners in the South and she arranged for me and my friend, Frankie Grice to see a live performance by Lash LaRue inCharleston,SC.Our Dads drove us there and we had seats in the front row. […]
Touch I once read that an infant, left untouched, with the proper food and water served by an unseen hand, will not thrive – perhaps even die. I wonder if that applies to us all. Oh, I’m sure we won’t die, but I’m pretty sure we won’t thrive as well as we could […]
George Lapas George Lapas acquired wealth in a way everyone should, but few do. His wealth was counted in hundreds of “Selfless Acts of Kindness.” His very last act in this mortal world was an act of kindness. He donated his organs so that others may live, or have a better life. It was not […]
Son, You know me well enough now, I hope, to know that I’m a sentimentalist. I enjoy remembering the past. “The days of my youth”, so to speak. I guess most ‘Old Farts” like me do… it’s nice to recall when we were ‘bullet-proof” and had no aches & pains.p>I attach a lot of […]
Solitaire The Norman Rockwell painting “Solitaire” depicts a man seated in the bed of a boarding house room, playing solitaire on his suitcase. I have a small original print in my home that I look at daily. It reminds me of my dad. When he started traveling for Schwinn Bicycle Company in the early 1950′s, […]
The Blue Beast was a 1966 Corvette Stingray. It produced about a gazillion horse power on a good day and it had a lot of good days!In the early 1970’s I drove ‘The Beast’ for a couple of years on numerous quarter mile drag strips in Texas and Oklahoma. We almost always won. The Beast […]
We’re about to enter the peak of the hurricane season. Any day now, you’re going to turn on the TV and see a weather person pointing to some radar blob out in the Atlantic Ocean and making two basic meteorological points: (1) There is no need to panic. (2) We could all be killed. Yes, […]
(My friends George and Annette adopted Gabi from Romania when she was 9 months old. This is my memory of the night she arrived home in the USA over 20 years ago, and what her thoughts might have been.) All I could see was a small bundle with black hair and shining black eyes staring […]
My Dad… My Dad was a bicycle salesman for most of my life. He started selling Schwinn Bikes when I was in the fifth grade. Before that time he sold furniture, insurance, theater advertising, he was a short order cook, owned a restaurant, worked on the dinning car for Southern Railroad, drove a city bus, […]