Certain songs can be evocative of certain times. It may not necessarily be the lyrics or the music or the message. Rather, it is often a trigger for where you were, what you were doing or how you were feeling when those songs were playing. Many of The […]
New Note: To set the time-frame, this was originally written in December of 2016, thus explaining the “holidays” and “snowfall” references… Original Note: This one is a bit late (sorry that there was no parking available on Sunday), this one borders on the maudlin (although I’m in a […]
One from the archives… It all started rather innocently enough, as most things do. I was in the kitchen, feeling a slight twinge of domesticity struggling to get my attention. The actual mechanics of being domestic, particularly the bit about keeping the house nice and tidy, are […]
Picture it. Broken Arrow, Oklahoma. Late 70’s, early 80’s. We didn’t have any money. And GO… 1. The fact that I would go out in public looking like I did in the photo above. Some of us led sheltered lives. And some of us marched blithely into […]
Let’s talk about books and movies, shall we? Specifically, one series of books and a string of mini-series based on those books. In 1978, Armistead Maupin published “Tales of the City”, a collection of related stories he had written for the San Francisco Chronicle, a serial that had […]
Yesterday, I ate enough food to feed a family of twelve. It all started out rather innocently, as I often state, usually with some degree of tongue in cheek, around mid-morning. Partner and I had arisen and were mutually staring into the jungle of contents within our wide-open […]
Note: The engaging Claudette and I were having a delightful comment conversation, one that led to my mention of “the cactus story”. Had I shared such? She didn’t seem to recognize it, which means I probably hadn’t posted it since she’s been with us here at Bonnywood Manor […]
Click here to read this tragic tale from the beginning. A few days after my Norma Rae incident on the front stoop, there is a jackhammer attacking my innocent driveway. (“Why do you want to hurt me when I’ve done nothing to you?” asks said driveway. “Because […]
Click here to read this tragic tale from the beginning. The dinner party was a success, despite the constant threat of our poo spilling into the neighborhood. The above sentence frightens me on a number of psychological levels. One, it’s a true statement. That alone indicates an […]
Click here to read this story from the beginning. So, Terry is back on the horn with the Mob Boss contractor guy. Mob Man is amazed that the singing plumbers would leave without fixing the problem. (Why would we make this up? Did he think we found […]
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