Archive for the 'granny' Category

1917

Friday, March 31st, 2006

In 1917, the Chicago White Sox won the World Series and the National Hockey League was formed. In 1917, the first Pulitzer Prize was awarded, and the Lion’s Club was created. In 1917, Woodrow Wilson began his second term as president of the United States. Ella Fitzgerald and John Fitzgerald Kennedy were born that year. [...]

Sins of the Father

Thursday, March 16th, 2006

You ever heard that quote, “the sins of the fathers will be visted on the sons?” I think it’s from the bible, but I’m not sure. But it’s basically a theory that the generations to follow will pay for the bad things you do now. Sort of a curse. I was thinking about something similar [...]

Tennessee Waltz

Tuesday, February 28th, 2006

I’ve been in a major funk since Valentine’s Day. And I’ve been trying to bring myself to write about it. But I just haven’t been able to. Mostly because I just didn’t know how to express what I have been feeling. I’m not sure that I know now, but, if you’re reading this, obviously I [...]

Pining

Thursday, December 15th, 2005

You ever considered how picking out a Christmas tree has similarities to cruising for dick? There you are, checking out the ranks, on the hunt for that perfect specimen: a big, thick, sturdy one that you think just might hit the ceiling. Be careful how you handle it in your fists or your hands might [...]

A Dozen Less

Thursday, March 31st, 2005

Today was my Granny’s birthday. The old girl turned 88. A dozen years less that a century. It was a good birthday for her, too. Not becuase we celebrated in any special way. But because she remembered that it was her birthday and was able to enjoy it. Some of you may know that she [...]

Some Things Never Change

Monday, January 17th, 2005

It’s the middle of the night and I am wide awake. That’s not really all that unusual because I am a bit of an insomniac. But the reason I am up tonight is becuase I slept through most of the day. It was one of those wasted day sleeps.
It was Sunday. I slept a little [...]

The Sweet By and By

Friday, September 24th, 2004

I have sort of a sweet story to tell tonight. Every day when I get home from work I take a shower and afterwards I sometimes still have little flecks of paint in the creases of my hands or fingernails. So, then I’ll give my hands a good scrubbing at the sink and take time [...]