Picardy was the center of my universe growing up. We played, fought, slept and discovered much of life there. That was in the 1950s. World War II was a very fresh memory for the adults back then. Segregation was commonplace. And … Continue reading →
All the boys in the neighborhood had at least one, some two. We called them air rifles. You cock it with the handle and then “fire” a single chuff of air. A hand at the end of the barrel would … Continue reading →
Terri is the middle child in our family. That’s her in the light-colored coat and hat in the foreground. Our common environment included a comfortable upper-middle class upbringing with a loving family, good schools, medical and dental care, and only … Continue reading →
That’s me in red on the left. Dad, farther away, is wearing the hat. Two years later, he would have a heart attack. I vividly remember him on the bathroom floor in his underwear and Mom shooing me out, “Get … Continue reading →
My Original Text There’s a new app for writers called Hemingway App and it’s free. You write something, go to their website and copy/paste in your text, click the button and it tells you what you need to change to … Continue reading →
For a short period of time, this man was a High School teacher. Sounds rather mundane. Of course, he is and has been other things. For example, he is a World War II Navy veteran. He served on Guadalcanal as … Continue reading →
The Rock began in a tool room in the back of Bebop’s garage. It was three backyards and two fences from mine. The first addition was two wooden “bunks” mounted to the wall studs. With Bebop’s direction — it was … Continue reading →
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Family is like this; it stays with you no matter what. And this chair is family. My grandparents bought it in a brown fuzzy tweed and had it in their living room. I can remember its scratchy, burly texture. At … Continue reading →
There is much truth in the movie. The dialog, the attitudes, the laws, the houses and decors of the two sides of this story are all spot-on. I saw and heard nothing that jarred me out of that era. In … Continue reading →