Monthly Archives: September 2012

Mr. John-boy

Mr. John-boy I give him this name because, quite frankly, he’s a freakish doppelganger for Richard Thomas, who portrayed “John-boy” on the “Walton’s” series for the first five years of the run.  Only, try to picture him much taller.  Same … Continue reading

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My First Date — Slice 2

Before proceeding, please read My First Date – Slice 1! My First Date – Slice 2 It was an accident, OK? Needless to say, my first forays into the incredibly complex and utterly maddening world of inter-gender dynamics were, shall … Continue reading

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My First Date — Slice 1

My First Date – Slice 1 Remember your very first date?  How old do you think you were?  Most people say somewhere between 13 – 16 years.  That’s typical.  There are outliers, of course, but in general mid-teens is the … Continue reading

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Why the whimsy?

Why the Whimsy?  And why all “cloak-n-dagger” about your blog?  Warning: This post isn’t nearly as entertaining as some of the others might be.  I’m kind of getting a little personal here.  So if you could really care less because … Continue reading

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Apples-n-Pears

Apples-n-Pears  Like many of you, I work long hours.  Sometimes late into the evening, or night, or morning.  To me, a “lunch hour” is a prehistoric unit of time.  And because I often work through what would be a mealtime … Continue reading

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Lookin’ for Roots — P2

Before proceeding, please read Lookin’ for Roots – P1! Lookin’ for Roots – Part Deux  OK.  Maybe, just maybe, I might have phrased it slightly differently; but the sentiment is the same.  I am standing in the middle of what … Continue reading

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Lookin’ for Roots — P1

Lookin’ for Roots-Part Un  A weathered sign floated by the window as the train groaned to a stop.  This is it: My stop.  I swung the 50 pound duffle onto my right shoulder, clocking the old gentleman who’d been dozing … Continue reading

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