“Who are You? Who Who, Who Who”
The Title above is in the Chorus of a Seventies song by the “Who” if written in the fall of 1940, I would be singing it as I was being held upside down by my ankles. There I was dangling head down being shaken like a Pepper or Salt shaker until the intense burning between [...]
“Mother’s Spit”
Saturday nights often were special nights. Those who have read, The Saturday night Bath and Butterkruchen, remember that my family indulged ourselves in the Saturday ritual of bathing. The Saturday night cleanings often made me presentable enough for dates. These dating opportunities laid the foundation for much of the values that make up what I [...]
” The Mother Lode”
It was a small bag probably three inches wide and six or seven inches long with a pull string sowed in the top. Made of sturdy cotton or muslin which allowed it to slip into your pocket. I preferred to tuck it under my belt letting it hang down my side like an Indian’s prized [...]
OTC and Horseradish
It’s late on a Friday evening and a small group of Tradesmen were in a local Pub for their weekly meeting. They call themselves “The Leather Apron Club” later to be Nicknamed “The Junto”. Ben is talking and the others are listening. This scene is repeated thousands of times over the next decade with always [...]
It’s 5 O’Clock
It’s getting close to 5 o’clock and the Postman hasn’t arrived. Getting worried, my favorite Radio show is about to start and I’m not prepared. Before Television invaded the Family there was Radio. Weekday afternoons and evenings the Ether waves transmitted any number of programs designed to captivate and addict children with adventure and suspense. [...]
“The Stalker”
Laying there in the grass behind the Stone wall I spied my prey walking towards me. My mind surveyed the path it was taking as I steeled my body for the encounter. Not sure why I have these thoughts and reminiscences at my age, but I do feel a warm cathartic surge bringing them to [...]
“Cocoon”
As I laid there, metaphorically speaking, staring at the inside of the Cocoon where I had placed myself last December just before Christmas, with recurring thoughts of “get your butt in gear Old Boy or the world will have seen the last of you “hammering my ego. Without a lengthy digression let’s just say Christmas [...]
“Meet me at the Eagle”
This was to be the third Chapter of my Book, however today it is a couple of weeks before Christmas so I thought I’d work in some Christmas memories that are not necessarily in the Biographical order of my life. So let’s move on to “Meet me at the Eagle” Because of my having lived [...]
“The Seedlings”
The place is Scotch Plains New Jersey where I find “The Seedlings” of my earliest memories. My sister and a really big house. Funny how you try so hard to recall early events only to discover that you colored them with thoughts of your brothers and sister. I see my sister Joyce so clearly. I [...]
“The Seed”
I was flying in a B-36 on a routine mission over New Jersey when we rendezvoused with two other B-36′s. It was really something to see all three of these big “birds” circling the LakeHurst Naval Air Station. As I leaned out into the Scanner’s blister and watched the show, my eyes and mind went [...]
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