Until I hit the photo albums and, like a damned fool, I open one… This is a picture of my dad with two Army buddies. Written on the back: Swimming at Kamakura Beach July, 1946 My dad is the one on the left, but the other two? No idea. As many stories as he told… Read More Packing for the Move, Making Progress…
If that sounds like a whine, I don’t mean it as such. It’s true that as a child I never received anything I wanted for Christmas, despite the fact that I noted page numbers in catalogs, circled items, made note of color preferences and quantity, and any other helpful information my mother might need. Nevertheless,… Read More I Never Got What I Wanted for Christmas
Holy cow, guys, check this out! Remember back in June when I visited Idaho and soared over Snake River Canyon (in my dreams) just like Evel Knievel tried to do in 1974? (I wrote about it here.) Well, turns out someone is going to do it for real! Possibly TODAY! (weather permitting) Hollywood stuntman, Eddie… Read More Evel Knievel, Redux
I always wanted to keep a journal. I’d write in it every day and when I die, some family member will find my vast pile of notebooks, read them, get them published, and my genius will be discovered. (I always imagine myself published posthumously. In some bleak sense, it gives me hope.) By the way,… Read More On Journaling and Other Foolish Endeavors
Feeding on Folly 