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Saturday, November 18, 2017

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The Olds was coral and white, spotless and it sparkled like an enormous diamond. It was the sharpest ride in town and as if by magic, everything around it sparkled too!

As a boy growing up in Marietta, Georgia, my mom and I would frequently walk the mile into town on a Saturday morning. During those years, the square in Marietta was old town south. On one corner stood the pre-civil war courthouse with its faithful flock of pigeons. Dodging frequent streams of tobacco spit, they gathered daily to be regaled with stories of yesteryear from the town's elderly gentlemen who made... Read More

I hope this gets published before midnight because today, July 31, is my birthday. And it's not just any birthday, I'm now officially the same age as Jack Benny --- again. It's my second year of being 39. Okay, enough with the bull, I'm forty. Whoo hoo...

I was born in what has been called the most tumultous year America has known: 1968. In that year, America faced: the Tet Offensive, Richard Nixon, Lyndon Johnson's adamat refusal to stand for re-election, the assassinations of Robert F. Kennedy and Martin Luther King, Jr., The Beatles self-titled album The Beatles more commonly... Read More

I was a 70's punk rocker.

Now, in middle-age, I look back and wonder - Who was that skinny kid? The one in the photo taken in girlfriend Tessa's bedroom, where she dressed him up in a skinny tie and tight-pegged pants tapering to a pair of high-heeled Beatle boots, christening him "the hottest trick in Noe Valley."

Was he: An aspiring writer and journalist? A wayward, college-educated youth in search of himself? A promiscuous lothario prowling the corners of the punk underground in search of casual sex, so easy to come by in the free-wheeling San Francisco of the 70’s? All of... Read More

My parents were marked. I should say the place where my parents resided was marked on the map. How nice. Since my car was in a paid parking lot, I asked if I would have to pay for the time there. The woman behind the visitor's desk stared at me as if she thought I might be an idiot or just plain stupid. She advised me that I would not have to pay. I just needed to take a little piece of paper that she now handed me and present it to the parking attendant. She suggested I ask the traffic attendants what to do from there. What I wanted to suggest to her would not at all have been polite. But... Read More

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