Has Been’s, Could’ve Been’s, Once Was’s, and Children

Once I assumed the role of cook a couple of years ago, I planned my menu so that every other day I’d prepare a new meal.  The only cookbook I owned was a 1960’s copy of Betty Crocker’s Cookbook.  This cookbook was my mother’s, and if you saw it, you’d think Betty Crocker herself passed it […]

Conventional Wisdom is an Oxymoron!

The Truth of your Action often turns to shame which eventually turns to secret(s) which requires evasion and misrepresentations which causes perjury and self incrimination and arrest. The penance in 1928 for this path of omission would be swift, impudent, and ruinous to his sixteen year old daughter's moral character according to Mr. Williams, the father to Miss Williams … Continue reading Conventional Wisdom is an Oxymoron!

Hu-mil-i-a-tion, Noun, 2. To Produce Resignation or Shame to the Dignity of Another

Humiliation comes in many flavors: decline, disgrace, resignation, ridicule, shame, stigma, and upset. HUMILIATION BY RESIGNATION AND SHAME A bike to a 11-year old is like a compass to an explorer; it ensures progress, freedom, and discovery. I was eleven or so and riding my Columbia 3-speed (I really wanted the cocoa brown 10-speed Schwinn … Continue reading Hu-mil-i-a-tion, Noun, 2. To Produce Resignation or Shame to the Dignity of Another

Finally Understanding Life As Mani A.

I first met Mani A. a few months after my father died when I was fifteen.  He appeared from around a blind corner where Wong-Su restaurant and Teddy's Tavern meet like a knife's edge.  He was a restless, sinewy, no-nonsense blond wearing his older-brother's-hand-me-downs.  I apologized and excused myself immediately, but he roared to life … Continue reading Finally Understanding Life As Mani A.

After 50 Years, I Can Speak My Father’s Language

I became Harold's (my father's name) youngest son when he was forty-nine years old.  Forty-nine today isn't what it was in 1958, especially when you lived life full bore.  By the time I became conscious of his presence (three years old) he'd already begun his initial descent.  He had the looks of Walter Cronkite, the … Continue reading After 50 Years, I Can Speak My Father’s Language

Do I Look Like A Pigeon?

There's a basic tenet of parental behavior to which many ascribe:  Whatever you don't like, don't understand, or frightens you about your child, you'll try to ignore it, or threaten it, or eliminate it under the guise of childhood protection. If you had known me as a child you would never describe me as: bashful, … Continue reading Do I Look Like A Pigeon?