Where Ya From?
"Where ya from?” A very common question, usually asked about 5 minutes into a conversation with a stranger I’d just met. I’d probably answer “Nyawk”. To which I’d get one…
"Where ya from?” A very common question, usually asked about 5 minutes into a conversation with a stranger I’d just met. I’d probably answer “Nyawk”. To which I’d get one…
In the summer of 1980, Lt Col Don Scooler (moi), his wife, Marjorie and their three children, Christine(14), Jim(13), and Jeffrey(9) had the super fortune to be assigned to attend…
On August 29, Marjorie and I celebrated our 60th wedding anniversary. In this story I’m gonna try to capture the main gist of the first ten years of the roller…
My mom had a small picture on the wall in the entry way to our apartment. I looked at it and read the narrative on it several times. As a…
Oh yeah, we ain’t done yet. Let’s see what new mischief can befall our favorite attic dwellers, Marjorie and Don. The sitcom writers were at it again last Sunday starting…
First, let’s set the scene. It’s near July 4 in 2005. I had a very vague plan in my head to introduce our grandkids to the city I grew up…
Proximity means a lot to relationships. A major positive change to the quiet, peaceful lives of Marjorie and Don Scooler was the arrival in the Charleston area, from where they…
Just a few days ago, Marjorie, happily heard from her brother, Harry, that we were going to have an opportunity to spend some quality time with several members of her…
Once upon a time, the various roles of family members were well defined by social mores. My mom told me a bunch of times that I shouldn’t think of asking…
One of the better lines I’ve heard recently came from an elderly author speaking about one of his friends who asked, “Who in the hell wants to live to be…