Life in the fast lane--where's the on ramp?

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Monday, September 17, 2012

When the muse refuses

I've got a million (give or take) ideas whirling around in the vortex of my mind, but none of them will stick. So today I pulled another page from the family album. Actually, the album was an old project of mine - stories told by the old folks about bygone days, about who they were, what work they... Sign in to see full entry.

A very old page from the family album

About 300 years ago – 1703 – was born Jonathan Edwards [1], in East Windsor, Connecticut (near Hartford). Jonathan was the only male child in a family of eleven children of Rev. Timothy Edwards and Esther Stoddard Edwards. She was the daughter of Rev. Solomon Stoddard of Northampton, Mass., the... Sign in to see full entry.

Sunday, September 16, 2012

From the family album:

1946 -- The Electric Chair Jimmy xxx, Buddy xxx and five or six other boys were in a huddle in a corner of the small corral behind Buddy’s dad’s barn. The tribal seven- and eight-year-olds were tired of snot-nosed little Billy Grubb hanging around, ruining all the games. They had to find a way to... Sign in to see full entry.

Saturday, September 15, 2012

He said, she said at the country morning market

A Three-Point Dad (makes the outer court shot) I can no longer pretend to be impressed by a man’s luxury automobile or his fancy mortgaged house the exclusive vacation he took last summer or the celebrities he’s met on ski slopes. It doesn’t prove much that he’s overcome ordinary adversity now that... Sign in to see full entry.

Somebody done somebody wrong ...

Back in the day, when my son Guy was in 6th Grade, one of his classmates was a kid who'd been held back. He thought it was unfair, he was ticked off at the teacher and humiliated to be stuck with kids from the class behind him. The youngest of three unruly brothers whose upbringing was mostly left... Sign in to see full entry.

Friday, September 14, 2012

Speaking of cantankerous geezers...

A few years back I met Patrick at the library during my tenure as a volunteer in the Carnegie's second hand books and coffee shop. He seemed to be a solitary and somewhat neglected loner. According to a certain old gal who kept her one good eye on everything, Patrick grew up in the poor widows and... Sign in to see full entry.

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Little Merry Sunshine

Instead of the Crabby Appleton persona from yesterday, I'll try to fake a Little Merry Sunshine take on the world today. BTW, yesterday's bit was supposed to be a joke, a la "Grouchy Old Men," the movie. These days the skateboarding kids have grown up - they have licenses and drive. I never really... Sign in to see full entry.

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Ode to Old Age...

Life is hard for ‘normal’ people, miserable for those with ‘challenges.’ Being old is a challenge. Sometimes just pulling yourself out of bed and wending your way to the bathroom for a good think at the start of the day is all you can make yourself do. Sometimes it’s all life before coffee, a... Sign in to see full entry.

Wiley Coyote's Fat-Burning Soup - aka "superfood" soup

Maybe it's the cool mornings, but yesterday felt like soup weather, even though it was perfectly sunny and bright, one of Grandma Lucy's Second Coming days. So after breakfast I cleared the vegetable bin and began assembling the ingredients. Half a cup of chopped red pepper, half a cup of chopped... Sign in to see full entry.

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

A Short Chapter from the Family Album

Lucy Amanda and the Second Coming I remember Grandma Lucy Amanda with great fondness and a grin. Only five feet tall, she made up for lack of height by increasing her girth. She was a plump little old lady version of the Pillsbury Doughboy. She wore her waist-length white hair pulled back into a... Sign in to see full entry.

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