In the high school of the ‘80s, masters of the quick and deadly retort reigned supreme, and I liked to fancy I held my own with the sharpest wits among them. It just took one class working with tools and sharp objects, however, for me to learn that I was not the sharpest tool in … Continue reading Shop Class Helped me earn my mettle*
So there we were. Standing in the proverbial arena like gladiators of old. The soft click of the reinforced plexiglass door behind us served as a solid reminder that our fates were sealed and we would only emerge from our confinement after glorious victory or ignominious defeat. Barely out of high school, we quickly sized … Continue reading The fleeting joy of athletic prowess*
I had always planned to have three children. I was one of three and thought it pretty cool to have an older sister and a baby brother so it seemed natural to me to plan the same for my family. We stuck to that strategy, and my first wife and I had three adorable children. … Continue reading The Special Olympian
As far as parents go, I had a pretty good set. Always the provider, Pop made certain we had what we needed so Mom could stay home and take care of us kids. That had been the plan from day one for them. My mom worked until she became pregnant with my older sister, then … Continue reading Christmas Postage
Few phrases have stricken so much sorrow in the hearts of children on Christmas morning as those three evil words : “Some assembly required.” For me, the agony of waiting for Pop to assemble that beloved Christmas gift felt like extended dental work without anesthesia. My introduction to the phrase cam in the form of … Continue reading Electronic Battleship – Some Assembly Required
Well, friends, it happened. Another milestone for the meager blog of a mediocre writer trying to pretend he is otherwise. I think I actually owe much of the recent success to Jacob's additions to the blog which have become unusually popular - especially during school hours and even more so when Jacob has his computer … Continue reading 15,000 Visitors!
True to form, my old college roommate has always recruited me to participate in shenanigans that I would otherwise remain oblivious to. There's the helicopter ride, which stunk profusely because I'm afraid of heights. Then the bungee jump, which also stunk because… uhm, I'm afraid of heights. After several years, I began to realize that … Continue reading The Spartans*