In 1973 I was nine years old. It was a time of banana-seat bicycles, The Brady Bunch, and that bad, bad Leroy Brown. I remember the latter especially because Tracy Shapow and I would play the song over and over again on her portable record player in her garage and take turns “singing” the lead. [...]
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The Last Age of Innocence
Posted in Memoir, tagged cussing, fourth grade, innocence, Memoir on December 3, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
My First Best Friend
Posted in Memoir, tagged Change, heartbreak, Indianapolis, Memoir, moving, Saginaw, stability on November 29, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
Well, I have awoken from my turkey coma and have a few quiet moments to purge some thoughts. This time of year always makes me reflective. I think about family and personal history and events, both joyous and traumatic, that I have been witness to and/or participant in. From now until, oh, about January 5th [...]
Christmas Morning
Posted in Commentary, Memoir, Observational Prose, tagged bagels, Christmas, memories on December 25, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Susie and I had the gift of a Christmas morning to ourselves this year. The kids come tonight with all their chaos and mess and great life energy, but for now the house is peaceful. We played with the puppies and then walked out to the “back forty” to feed the big dogs. It’s a [...]
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