Sporadically Brian
4/1/18: Cars and Dreams (Part eleven, The Icy Road Spinout That Was… but Someplace Else)
It's mid-afternoon on a Saturday in December, 1976... my senior year at John Marshal High School in my home town of Rochester, Minnesota. I'm driving to school and I need to pick up Nancy on [...]
3/31/18: Cars and Dreams (Part ten, The Broken Sway Bar that Never Was)
Yes, my dad was a good man. Yes, I loved and respected him. Yes, I didn't want to disappoint him. Yes, I lied to him without thinking twice when I felt I needed to. Well... [...]
3/30/18: Cars and Dreams (Part nine, “These are NOT! your Friends, Brian” #3)
The older I get, the more I have been enjoying the small, subtle ways I can see how I am very much like my Dad. ---------------------------------------------- I do so love the memory of my Dad. [...]
3/29/18: Cars and Dreams (Part nine, “These are NOT! your Friends, Brian” #2)
It's a lovely autumn morning. A cool breeze greats me as I begin to wake, only to be jolted into full consciousness by the loud quacking of "Daphne" our new pet duck. She was given [...]
3/28/18: Cars and Dreams (Part nine, “These are NOT! your Friends, Brian” #1)
Dad looked at me with an intensity I rarely saw at all, much less experienced anything like it being directed at me. His anger hit me like the solid punch in the face I would [...]
3/27/18: Cars and Dreams (Part eight, Lessons for a Lifetime)
” …if you can get that old junker to run, it’s yours. You can do whatever you want with it. I’ll pay to get it licensed and I’ll even pay for the insurance, and then [...]