Memoirs

Keith didn’t curse like my dad did when stuff like that happened. --------------------------------------------------- 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. One example of this (related to my current topic of cars) is that (like me) my father [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

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 [...]

... all that was going on in me that day I stood up to Bruce  --------------------------------------- I look down at Bruce lying unconscious on the floor. Stacy and Clark are crying, confused and scared. At first, I hear nothing. As if I’ve gone deaf. Then slowly the sounds begin to match the scene before me. [...]

They just had to work on my aggressiveness and that would require a different kind of bullying.  --------------------------------------------------- As I mentioned in another post, I was on a little league football team when I was about ten years old but never played even once... because I was "fat". So I was used basically as a [...]

My glasses!  ------------. My glasses were a major trigger for me for most of my life. Almost as much as being called a pig. I was constantly breaking them myself and since Dad only let me get one new pair every year or two (or when my prescription changed dramatically) I often had to suffer [...]

...where no Brian has gone before. ---------------------------------------- Standing up. Silent, still. All I have now, in this moment, is a feeling. I feel... Strong. Not strong as in powerful, but rather as being stable. My body feels lean and strong. It's such an unfamiliar sensation, like I have suddenly donned a new body. Unlike any [...]