“Adversity draws men together and produces beauty and harmony in life’s relationships, just as the cold of winter produces ice-flowers on the window-panes, which vanish with the warmth.” SØREN KIERKEGAARD Fear Abject fear surrounds us. My wife and I live … Continue reading How I survived….
After the Mitchie brothers moved into the corner house, trouble followed. All four boys were under the age of 12, and they were terrors. When they swaggered down the street, small children and pets avoided them. They were … Continue reading Chicken
Now, let me tell you about the home in Greybull, Wyoming where I grew up as a kid . Welcome to our home, a safe haven for us and all who enter here. There is the irresistible aroma of sizzling … Continue reading This Home
There was a big empty lot across the street from my home where I grew up in Greybull, Wyoming, which was previously a ball field. It served various purposes when I was a kid; the most exciting was when the … Continue reading My First Ride on a Giant Roller Coaster
My camera straps have wound around my mouthpiece, pulling it down and away from my mouth. The camera lens pressed against my forehead, and the camera case had just whizzed by my ear. I couldn’t be heard yelling “uncle” if … Continue reading Let me tell you about the time I was upside down….
Crazy good, that is. He pursued out-of-the-box projects and was successful. There was a bar between our tiny office and our manufacturing shop carved out of a strip mall on Hoover, south of Exposition Park in Los Angeles. It was … Continue reading Max was crazy.
Jimmie checked backpacks at the CSULA library. Tall and scruffy, he would wave in patrons after his search. “Go on through,” he would say. I would shyly open my purse and backpack. “Not bad,” he’d say. I … Continue reading Jimmie
First Date #1, about 1951 – I didn’t talk enough – (A Disappointment) My very first date was when I was about 13. I was attracted to Elsie Tuttle, who I saw at a church activity. She lived in … Continue reading My First Dates
I love to cook. I especially love to bake. Every year, at Thanksgiving, I try to make a turkey. Some of them have turned out beautifully. Especially the first two years we lived here. After that, they were all … Continue reading The Stove
When I was going into the 5th grade, we left the Zoltone area and moved to Anadarko, Okla. I was happy to be in town and not in the country. My parents put us in the Catholic School, St. Patrick’s … Continue reading First Boyfriend
