“A Bagful of Freedoze”
Frida…Frida…Frida…!” “What is it, Chucky?” said Mom. “Frida..Frida…” “You want something from the next room?” I nod my head enthusiastically as my short stumpy legs propel me towards the kitchen. Goddamn, these cotton diapers itch…and “sniff”…THEY NEED CHANGING TOO!” “Well, what does Chucky want?” I point my figure towards a cluttered shelf of cereal, chips,…
A Strange Turn of Events” Part 9
My Adventures and short brush with Fame in Community Theatre continues.. Okay back to the Tartuffe rehearsal… At the first rehearsal, I was introduced to the rest of the cast and I couldn’t have been asked to work with a nicer group of people. It consisted of four adults and three college students. The adults…
4th Grade Facts O’ Life Part 3
Trouble reared its head like the Serpent in our little Garden of Eden in the guise of a fourth-grade classmate named Bill Burg. Bill was about my height but he was a lot thinner and he had olive skin, dark brown eyes, and perfectly straight white teeth; I hated him on sight. Ok, not really.…
“King of Pain!”
It all started with a pain in the ass. I had turned thirty years old and abruptly my body began to experience troubling aging sensations. Twenty-year-old friends started teasing me about my arrival to “Middle Age” – to which I responded with my middle finger. “I ain’t that old,” I grumbled. Yet my body begged…
“Gettin’ Pantsed in College”
Corduroy Pants? No Thank You, I prefer wearing denim jeans. Even today I can’t bear to look at a pair of corduroys without feeling a stab of anxiety and despair. My guilty secret, my private shame is an untold story until now. Being older gives a man a sense of perspective and perhaps a bit…
4th Grade Facts O’ Life Part 2
So on a warm Saturday afternoon, I walked to the Los Gatos Public Library. Somehow, I found in the aisles a very large book entitled “Repo-Production.”It was a very old and large textbook that smelled like dirt. “Oh Boy, this must be it!” I thought. Not wanting to be caught at looking at stuff i…
“No Pancakes for You!” A Breakfast Story
It came as a shock to us all – the day my Pop received his transfer to California by United Airlines. The Old Man a die-hard East Coaster was heartbroken – he didn’t want to leave our home in beautiful Alexandria and move to chilly San Francisco. But, if he wanted to continue being a…