Picking Myself Up Off the Pelvic Floor
Spoiler alert. Here comes an example of my warped sense of humor. "Can you kneel? I want to do a digital examination." Those were the words. Within minutes of meeting…
Spoiler alert. Here comes an example of my warped sense of humor. "Can you kneel? I want to do a digital examination." Those were the words. Within minutes of meeting…
August 29, 1964. 5 PM. A garage in Moncks Corner, South Carolina. A mechanic is down by my 1962 Chevy 2, cleaning graffiti and rice off and out of it.…
There we were. Marjorie and I, hiding in Haagen-Dazs at the Charleston City Market. Well, "hiding" is a strong word. We'd gotten separated from the kids somewhere between vendor stalls,…
Hank walked into the Club looking disheveled, like he’d been through something. Dirt on his uniform. "Oh hi, Boss, what's up? Where ya been?" He looked right at me and…
This is an "Uh Dad" sequel of sorts. Not the same story, just another one that came to mind. Phones still rang in those days. No caller ID either. Mid-afternoon,…
A note before we start. This one's a little different. Jim, my editor/son, gave me some sage advice about my blog posts. He says he, among others, would like to…
Every August, I turn into two things I never trained for. A meteorologist and an actuary. I watch the spaghetti models. I do the math in my head. Is the…
Why am I sitting on the grass near the driveway of our rented beach house? Why is my leg partially, and dangerously, under my grandson's pickup truck? Why is he…
Well, how 'bout a freakin' garbage disposal that clogs up and backs water up in the adjacent sink. Ergo. Can't use the dishwasher. Sheeit. Beach week is over. Time to…
For close to an hour we drove through horizontal, heavy rain, thunder, lightning, and roads we could barely see. White knuckling it on the way back from Orangeburg. Is there…