It’s often curious to me how people can manage to find a coincidence whenever they need one. Instead of just following their heart and doing what they want to do on its own merit—for no other reason that it makes them feel good and it’s what they want to do—they search for Continue reading
I was born nine years after the end of WWII; immediately following the Korean War. Being of the post-war “Boomer” generation, many of the toys I had during my formative years were war toys. True, we also had cowboy pistols and rifles due to the preponderance of westerns on TV, especially Saturday afternoons. But one of the popular shows on Continue reading
It was a day like any other. There wasn’t anything unique about it. It was so nondescript, in fact, that I recall nothing else about the day except that moment. Of course, everything else in my life pales in comparison to that moment so it isn’t surprising that nothing else from that day stands out. Continue reading
I am, without doubt, an uncultured slob. Perhaps that’s why I don’t understand “the Arts.” Now, I have no formal education in any of the arts. But I have tried to appreciate it/them.
Well, wait. When I was in college, long before the turn of the century, I took a class called Art Appreciation. So I guess that counts as Continue reading
I think superstitions are silly. And I know I’ve had a few in my life. Mostly they revolved around my golf game. My skill level has always rested upon a precarious perch somewhere between bad and truly horrible.
My best 18-hole score is 75. I’d scored in the 70’s quite a bit when I was young and played all the time. But I could never crack that Continue reading
Even as I was doing it, I knew it was the wrong thing to be doing. I looked over to our neighbor’s yard—our “yards” in those days were basically dirt separated my more dirt—and saw his collie prancing about with Continue reading
Horrible. That’s the word for it. Horrible. It was the most horrible dream I’d ever had. I woke up in a cold sweat. I believe I was actually shuddering with fear. What I saw or, more accurately, what I heard was truly horrifying.
In my dream, I had died. That wasn’t the terrible part. At the point I can recall my dream, I had already died and Continue reading
When I was a kid, we had this really cool thing called outside. It was amazing. If you wanted to do something, you went there. These days, I don’t think kids have outside. They just sit in the house and stare at small, hand-held devices. Well, if they do venture out, they being their devices with them and continue to stare.
Just the other day I heard a friend say that she Continue reading
I know the location of an actual buried treasure. Well, let’s just say that I can come within approximately ten yards of it. But, because I lost the map, I can’t get to the exact location. It was buried in the last millennium but, once in a while, I think of that treasure.
Buried pirate treasure has long been a delightful myth within our culture. In truth, there was very little Continue reading
According to Plato, Socrates said, at his trial for impiety and corrupting youth, “The unexamined life is not worth living.”
I have examined my life. I do it all the time. However, it’s not a text-book example of an examination. To me, that sounds rather scientific. An examination. Ooooh… serious! An inspection. An investigation! An analysis of one’s life.
Mine is more like a perpetual question of Continue reading
I hate it! I really do! I am so frustrated at my lack of progress in my life. I realize that there is only one path—that being the one towards self-realization and Heaven—so I know I’m on the path, but I’m absolutely sure I am moving in the wrong direction. One can either move towards or away. And every time I allow myself a smidgen of a possibility, a twinkling of an idea that I may be progressing upwards on my path, I drive on the stupid Southern California freeways! Continue reading
Is my inability to understand computers and grasp the concept of the Internet and all its wonders nothing more than a result of being born a generation too early? Why does a five-year-old know how to write code and apps while I can’t remember something as simple as my password? Continue reading
I knew something was about to happen. Following the previous evening’s events, something was bound to happen, had to happen. It was my senior year of high school and the evening before, another friend and I had been in a physical altercation with some others in the street in front of my house. Continue reading
I didn’t know her, but I was afraid. She was an imposing woman of grey hair, twisted tightly and somehow bolted in a bun to the top of her head. As cliché as it may sound, around her neck was a delicate chain to which was attached a pair of half-glasses; and those were perched out near the tip of her nose.
She was an imposing figure to me. I looked at her, standing beyond and in some way above the great counter. She had to be standing on something! The old woman seemed Continue reading
I was scared to death. Okay, maybe not death because I didn’t die. But I thought I might. I seriously thought my heart could possibly stop. Or explode. Yes, explode was how it felt. I was only in my early 30’s so I was sure it was strong and healthy. Still, it sure felt like it was going to burst from my chest.
Some months before, I had decided that I’d like to try my hand at Continue reading
I think we learn, at a very young age, to seek approval from our parents. It seems to me that it is instinctive to infants; we learn that when we do something that makes mom or dad happy, we get positive attention.
Somewhere in our third year of life we begin to discover Continue reading
Back when I was five- or six-years-old, I wanted, more than anything, to grow up to be Superman. I hadn’t gone to first grade yet, so I hadn’t been taught to read, but once I figured out that The Adventures of Superman was on TV weekday afternoons at 3:30, I’d be glued to the set each day. I can hear the announcer now… Continue reading
I try to maintain my temper… to “keep my cool,” as it were. And I’ve gotten much better at it as I’ve mellowed into old age. Perhaps mellowed and old age are not an accurate description of the process. It might, more conceivably, be described as stumbling into decrepitude. Be that as it may, I’m much less prone, for the most part, to fly off the handle and scream at Continue reading