Monthly Archives: December 2017

12/21/17: The Fat Kid Who Never Was (Part one, Made not Born)

"I don't care what they call me," he said confidentially, "so long as they don't call me what they used to call me in school." Ralph was faintly interested. "What was that?" The fat boy glanced over his shoulder, then leaned toward Ralph. He whispered. "They used to call me Piggy!" ---- William Golding from Lord [...]

By | 2018-02-18T20:31:22+00:00 December 21st, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/21/17: The Fat Kid Who Never Was (Part one, Made not Born)

12/20/17: Deviation and Affirmation, A Cruel Paradox

Well I used to be a good boy, but that’s a long time ago If it was ever good for anything it’s in the stories I have told   ------------------------------------------------------------ Indeed,  This process of looking back and writing these stories about being a good boy is good for a whole lot. Perhaps everything. They bring up what [...]

By | 2018-04-15T09:40:42+00:00 December 20th, 2017|Random Awesomeness|Comments Off on 12/20/17: Deviation and Affirmation, A Cruel Paradox

12/19/17: Incubus

  I was so impressed, you had even survived I never sensed the presence of the incubus inside Even if I’d known, there's no way to divine The evil nature of the beast that lay dormant in you mind I saw some evidence, of how it took it’s toll Your manner often spoke of all [...]

By | 2018-02-18T20:28:16+00:00 December 19th, 2017|Song Lyrics|Comments Off on 12/19/17: Incubus

12/18/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part twelve, Another One Rides the Bus #4)

Keith was my school bus superhero... Perhaps my adult self is exaggerating a bit. I doubt he had a clue as to the impact of this one thing he did, that one morning on the bus. But it made all the difference for me. What Keith did (and I know he wasn't even doing it [...]

By | 2018-02-18T20:24:33+00:00 December 18th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/18/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part twelve, Another One Rides the Bus #4)

12/17/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with the Modern Teenage Brain (Part eleven, Another One Rides the Bus #3)

Not all bullies are created equal, you know? But their effect on others are usually the same. Fear, and coping. I was afraid, just like the rest of the kids on the bus. So I had to find a way to cope. The moment I got on, I was on guard. A quick glance to [...]

By | 2018-02-18T20:16:30+00:00 December 17th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/17/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with the Modern Teenage Brain (Part eleven, Another One Rides the Bus #3)

12/16/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part ten, Another One Rides the Bus #2)

I'm standing at the end of our long country driveway, waiting for the bus. Not yet six o'clock. My thirteen-year-old body has yet to start the growth spurt that will have me towering over most of my classmates by the time I'm in the ninth grade. But I'm quite strong. Still, I ache from the [...]

By | 2018-02-18T20:12:50+00:00 December 16th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/16/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part ten, Another One Rides the Bus #2)

12/15/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part nine, Good Morning Good Boy!)

"Up and Adam!... Let's go boys! Let's go!" Actually, Dad rarely had to roust me like he did my younger brother Clark many years later when he was a teenager. Good boy me was almost always up and ready to do my chores by the time Dad got back from his morning run. The old [...]

By | 2018-02-18T20:07:37+00:00 December 14th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/15/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part nine, Good Morning Good Boy!)

12/14/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part eight, Another One Rides the Bus #1)

Nothing modern Nothing new Fear and coping With the few --------------------------------- And it really is only a few who make the difference. The difference between a group of dynamic, joyful young people sharing snippets of their fun and interesting lives for the relatively short duration of a bus ride to school... and a seemingly endless [...]

By | 2018-02-18T19:51:59+00:00 December 14th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/14/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part eight, Another One Rides the Bus #1)

12/13/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part seven, Family Planning)

I'm going to piggy-back on yesterday's post remembering some joy, and take this opportunity (and it won't be the last) to gush a bit about what wonderful parents I was bless to have been born to. See... they weren't only loving and attentive to my needs as their son. They weren't only forward thinking and [...]

By | 2018-02-03T19:39:43+00:00 December 13th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/13/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part seven, Family Planning)

12/12/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part six, In the Not-so-Mean Time)

Whatever you practice, you get good at... Even if it's just complaining. ----- Just one of the gazillion quotes about practice ------------------------------------------ Today I'm reminding myself to practice, remembering the joy. And there was a lot of joy for me among the rebel chaos, that was my experience of the brand new and modern John [...]

By | 2018-02-03T19:39:03+00:00 December 12th, 2017|Memoirs|Comments Off on 12/12/17: The Cruel Years: Fear and Coping with Teenage Reality in 1970s America (Part six, In the Not-so-Mean Time)