I have my share of scars, some medical and some accidental. One of my first scars was borne of a foolish childhood accident. We were playing tag or some such that involved running. I ducked between a person and a car and my cheek struck the rigid car antenna sticking up from the front fender. … Continue reading “Oops”
Tag: Dad
You Don’t Say
Funerals are hardly the place for laughter. Wakes, on the other hand, are. Most of the wakes I’ve attended have the initial “extending of condolences” followed by hanging out in the back with people you haven’t seen in years. And you chew the fat and bring up funny stories. Laughter follows, like a rainbow after … Continue reading “You Don’t Say”
My Savage Breast
No, this isn’t a post about my first sexual encounter. (An interesting story, but don’t hold your breath waiting to read about it.) This actually deals with the musical influences I’ve had over the years. As with most, my initial influence was my family. My parents contributed big band and movie soundtracks – Glen Miller … Continue reading “My Savage Breast”
Charge of the Light Brigade
My father’s birthday was last week. Looking at an old picture of him, I’m reminded that I inherited many things from him – sense of humor, interests, temper, and (increasingly) a hairline. He was an electrician by trade, working for several different industries over the years from film to public transportation. Through it all, he … Continue reading “Charge of the Light Brigade”