My dad made stuff. My earliest memory is of a dream I had when I was 3. I dreamed I went to heaven with my texaco tanker truck and my sandbox. Dad made me that sandbox.

Dad fixed things. I remember handing him wrenches in… Read full post »

October in 1978 in the Adirondack mountains.  I was a passenger in my new car.  My girlfriend  was driving.  It was a 10 year old little Datsun 510 sedan.  I had offered the guy $250 for it, and he laughed me off.  The next day, he broke a tie-rod while "4-wheeling"… Read full post »

I had a great evening last night.  So great that I thought I'd write about it.  When I woke up this morning, a dear friend called and said:  "there was a lady in the car behind me at a stop light, with her windows open, putting deodorant in her armpits and… Read full post »