Dig Your Own Grave Sucka!
The moment I found a nose lying at the bottom of my cereal bowl – I knew it was gonna be a bad day. Searching my face confirmed that I had lost my nose. Yup, that was mine alright. Godamnit. Must have fallen off while I was having breakfast and enjoying reruns of Jeopardy on…
“For Those Who Missed the Rock” Part 2
The air was different in Okinawa – more humid than I was used to, also it appeared that most of Okinawa was covered in agriculture. My sense of smell was assaulted by an earthy smell – that I found foreign. We didn’t pass through many towns and the ones I saw were pretty disappointing. There…
“For Those Who Missed the Rock” Part 1
I don’t want to go,” I sobbed as I tore off my civilian clothes and shoved them into a green duffel bag. There I was the big, tough guy Marine sobbing like a baby. Tears and snot ran down my face as I packed my gear for a flight to Okinawa, Japan. Matt, my younger…
“The Old Man Takes Us Out to Dinner”
Spring 1960. Los Altos, Caliifornia The Old Man decided to take us all out to dinner at the Geman Restaurant called “The Black Forest.” The Old Man ordered – Hungarian Ghoulash, Mom ordered Weiner Schnitzel and Matty opted for a Bratwurst which he proudly waved around like a baton – until he got smacked! I…
“Bum Pitch”
“HEYYYYYBATTTTAHBATTTTAH SWINNNG!” A Greek chorus of high pitched voices from little kids urge me to swing. Swing at a leather grenade that soars sixty miles an hour directly towards my head. I duck. STREEAAAIIIIKKKE ONE! yells the Umpire. A group of parents and fellow Cub teammates voice their outraged disapproval. “NOO! BOOO! THAT BALL ALMOST…
“A Strange Turn of Events” Part 10
My Adventures and Short Brush with Fame in Community Theater continued… “This is where it All Ends” Ian Astbury. Lead Singer. “Sun King” – The Cult, Sonic Temple Album 1989 And Just Like That the Opening night was upon me bringing all the butterflies and in my case “Terrors” that come with a first performance…
“Doodling in Class”
Miss Napier angrily snapped her chalk in half effectively silencing Class 3B. Striding over to my desk she snatched a paper off my desk. She towered like an angry Goddess over me as I shrunk down in my seat. “Charlie Bucklin – what are these scribbles?” “Uh, notes?” “They look like doodles on your paper!”…
P. A. M. A. FILES: “Florsheim Shoes!” Part 1
It’s six-thirty in the morning. The air is misty with a crispness that is typical of an early Fall day in California. The morning air is redolent with the aromas of coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast wafting from the school Mess Hall. A few Robins perched on trees call a greeting to one another joyously. …
“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…