Well, He's . . . Sensitive
My old pal, Jeffrey, called the other day. Jeffrey’s more than a pal, actually. He masqueraded as my son for several years back in the early ’90s in Long Beach (CA, not NY). Oh, Gawd. It’s a long story, but I am urged to push forth and present this: Much Needed but Hardly Relevant Background Information … Read more
‘Don’t you give me none of your lip!’ These are memorable words from my adolescence. They were spoken by Bobby Beck in my seventh grade Math class, to our teacher . . . whose name escapes me. She was a tough old bat and he was the class baddass. I think Bobby was probably Hyperactive … Read more
Before we even start, this post was written 17 years ago; and though I have not been back in person, I took a short Google tour of the area a few minutes ago and it looked very good! Upgraded and clean. So I suppose most of my impressions from long ago no longer apply. Nonetheless, … Read more
I’ve been hallucinating again. Oh, it’s not the first time. Again the visions are strange, eerie, a little frightening and a little fun. I remember the first time (or rather, the first time that I remember) was back when I was about 33. I was married at the time and suddenly, when I’d wake up … Read more
I just finished a nutritious watermelon lunch. It was almost as good as the delicious watermelon dinner I had the other night. I was flooded with fond memories as I slurped my way through the lucious orb and reached something close to food ecstasy when the sweet juice dribbled off my chin and onto my waiting … Read more
1985 So Atlanta is about 90 minutes from Athens, home of the University of Georgia and some of the most interesting people you ever could meet . . . anywhere. I used to go there quite a bit, especially in the late 70s when my friend Jorma lived there. Jorma was an amazing woman. I met … Read more