Re-Post from an earlier blog:
When I first was separated from my ex-wife, Arlene, my three kids were all under 10 years old. When Christmas came around that year I knew it was going to be hard — maybe not so much for the kids, but for me (selfish).
Taller Than Hitler: My first interview
Everything from my ex-wife, messy house, and a certain German dictator were discussed
Scooter For Sale, Inquire Within
My sister, Diane, is the strongest person I have ever known.
This Experience With A Psychic Sent Shivers Down My Spine
I love psychics (but you knew that).
Dealing the Good Stuff
If you heard this one side of my cell phone conversation, what would you think?
"Hello, yeah, is he gone?"
(muffled reply)
"What? You said he'd be gone by 5:45. I'm not just going to keep driving around waiting for him to leave."
Am I The Solution, or Am I The Problem?
I have a question.
A Long Overdue Salute to the Colonel
Author’s Note: What follows is my memory, it may be right, it may be wrong, but it’s mine. In addition, I may not use names for two reasons:
One – to protects someone’s anonymity.
Two – I just don’t remember their names.
Corporate Bundles of Joy
Recently, a friend and I went to a bar where another friend, Traci, is a bartender. She just started a new day job and told us how her company sends her to HR (Human Resource) classes, has her watch videos, and basically she finds it very hard to stay engaged.
Reminded me of my first days at AT&T, back in the eighties.
The Next Voice You Hear
Spent the last week of July this year down in Belmar, New Jersey in the bottom half of my ex-sister-in-law’s two family house. Its a great house, equidistant between the beach and the center-of-town. However, my favorite thing to do is, at the end of the day, after the sun goes, is plant myself on the front section of her wrap around porch.
If You Giggle at ‘Uranus’, Read On...
Author’s Note: This is not a spoiler alert, this is more like ‘if you don’t like what I say next, do not read further.’
Living Next Door To The Family Tree
Your whole life, you know your family. Then one day, you’re not so sure.
Not Your Average Father's Day Story
It was Father’s Day a few years ago and the kids and I decided to do a tour of the Jersey shore. The plan was to start in Asbury Park, and then we would work our way along the coast to Belmar and then end up in Point Pleasant for a late lunch. In Asbury Park, as we walked the boardwalk, I got excited as we neared Convention Hall. I told the kids to follow me...
