Memoirs

These stories of memoir are the main reason I started this blog. In here, are the stories which may be published at some time in the future, but not at this time. To find stories currently being written, edited and gathered for first publication. In other words, my first book Oo(^_^)y-~ please go to the category entitled, For The Book!

11/7/17: A Good Boy

Yup... I was a good boy. I can't really prove this but it's something I'm deciding to believe is true and I do have some evidence that many of the adults in my early life agreed. That they considered even teenaged me, to be a young man they could trust. One example of this was [...]

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11/5/17: Death and Hospital TV

My very first "real job" was in a Hospital. In my home town of Rochester, Minnesota (population around 55,000 at the time) the main employer was (and still is) the world famous Mayo Clinic and affiliated hospitals. It was 1976 and I was 17 years old. The company I worked for rented TVs to the patients [...]

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10/31/17: Adolescent Justice (part three)

I never stopped to think if it was wrong or right when they came to take poor Reggie for a ride ------------ And... they did come for him. At least once every time troupe #91 went camping, if Reggie was there, the older boys would always come for him. I know this because (like it [...]

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10/30/17: Adolescent Justice (part two)

  Reggie had a way of getting under your skin Pissing people off, was what he did for fun And I used to love to watch him as he’d run away From the older boys in scout troop ninety one We all knew that he deserved every beating that he got Everyone participated in his [...]

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10/29/17: Adolescent Justice (part one)

I get my songs from what I’ve seen and things I think about True stories sung of when I was young yes, I was a Boy Scout ----------- Yes, I was... a Boy Scout. But not a very good one. Oh I wasn't a bad boy, no, no no. I used to be a good [...]

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10/20/17: Unintended Consequences

"There is no such thing as an insignificant act." -- Robert Augustus Masters. ------------------------- I lived in Osaka, Japan from 1995 to 2001. This is just one of many stories I will be sharing from those days. I've told it many times, and each time this lesson becomes clearer and clearer to me... It all started [...]

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10/14/17: Hello, I Must be Going.

In how many languages, I wonder, do they have a greeting that is commonly used as both hello and goodbye? In Hawaiian it's aloha, and in Hebrew, shalom. I'm pretty sure that I learned about these words in elementary school and looking back, I can't think of an easier way of explaining the importance of [...]

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10/13/17: My Encounter with Ernest Mann

I really can't remember now, but It was sometime between 1987 and 1991. I was at a street festival in Minneapolis, Minnesota called Cedarfest. This was one of my favorite of the summer festivals in "The Cities". It wasn't really very big, but Cedar avenue was blocked off where it ran by part of the [...]

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10/7/17: How I got to perform at a canceled marijuana festival called Hempstock AND gain a certain respect for Jack the Moocher.

If you search the web, you won’t find any reference to Hempstock (at least I couldn’t) so I doubt that it still happens (if indeed it ever really did) but something did happen… there was a happening, on that drugged out Labor Day weekend in 1992 (or was it in 1989 or 90… 91?) Well, [...]

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