I can't remember how that old VW Beetle came into my possession, really. No idea who bought it or what. For all I knew, someone had just given it to Dad or Bruce and now it just sat there in the yard. Waiting to fall apart. That shouldn't have taken as long as it looked [...]
Cars were a big part of life for a kid growing up in rural southern Minnesota. From the time Dad first taught twelve-year-old me to drive on the old Farmall H tractor he’d bought at auction, to when I bought my cool and sporty 1971 Fiat 124 Spider (the first car I ever had financed, [...]
Ok so we had our historic house (see this post for that story) and now it was time for a summer of fun before Mark went off to college. We had a few parties, but mostly I remember a lot of running around town on our bikes, playing Frisbee in the park, drinking beer and [...]
"There are three ways to ultimate success: The first way is to be kind. The second way is to be kind. The third way is to be kind." ------ Fred Rogers -------------------------------------------------- The third and final of the three stories that my Thursday evening shift at work inspired, is not about a passenger, or a [...]
I want to share three stories that yesterday evening's shift at work inspired. This will take three posts -------------------------------------- The second of the three stories my Thursday evening shift at work inspired, is also about a passenger. But this time I'd only transported her once before. Only a few days before actually... on Tuesday. On [...]
So I pretend to ignore Hey, that pain is such a bore But there’s just no way And if I try to embrace... or even replace That pain, just gets stronger every day --------------------------------------------- So much there So little space In which to... Hold ------ I want to share three stories that yesterday evening's shift [...]
My plan to gather my little gang of friends, find the perfect cool party pad and let the good times roll! ----------------------------- Oh and did I find the perfect house! Doing a little searching before starting this story, I found this article in the Rochester Post Bulletin archives about the house where me and my little [...]
Sometimes they give more than take Sometimes they look how they are Sometimes No time can make it once more No time can be all there is No time This time is not what it seems This time is all over now This time This Time
In the night In the middle of the night I get up to take a piss And I wonder How did things get to be like this I know Change, change is the only thing That goes It goes and goes and I have to sit down Before I go In the night In [...]
A year on East Center St. was obviously enough for me. After leaving 6D East and losing my job at "Tinkler’s" and the mess Melvin left of our cool apartment (with his failed experimental floor decoration) I was not only ready to move to a new apartment, I was ready to get the hell outta [...]