Reflections

After yet another move and the job or unpacking boxes, putting stuff away, and hunting “where the hell is that” goes on.

Then comes the task of hanging pictures and putting nick-knacks and books away.. Today we decided finally where our old parlor mirror should go and…

My Great Uncle John…

One of my favorite things to do when I was growing up was to listen to my Dad tell me about his uncle John.

John Dumdai was my Grandma’s Brother. His exploits filled my youth and he was always larger than life to me.

If you do something, do it well..

I can’t remember exactly when I discovered in an old metal chest the basketball uniform. It was made of wool and it was orange with black numbers…

Always Music

Always there was music, always.

Junk Yard Dog or Don’t Bring Back More than You Take…

It all started many years ago when I was pretty young.

There were always junk piles, garbage dumps and wrecked cars scattered around our neck of the woods…

The Demise of Delilah

Delilah was her name-she was an ugly faded orange ’55 2nd generation Chevy 1/2 ton pick-up…