Tag: perspective

The Bird

Thanksgiving 1979 found me in living in on my own in Marshalltown, Iowa and working at KDAO radio. I was going to be working on Thanksgiving, but what was cool was that my friend Rick Hunter was going to be joining me, on his holiday break journey home to Colorado from college life in Minnesota. … Continue reading The Bird

First letter to a new grandson

Eight years later?  The self-rejoinder - coming soon to this space.  11/17/11 Dear Felix: First off, let me welcome you to this wild, wonderful world. Yeah, it has issues – always has and always will. Maybe as time goes by, you’ll be one of the ones fixing the problems. Still, it’s a great place to hang … Continue reading First letter to a new grandson

Santa Fidelis

Santa Fidelis

"'Twas a Wednesday before Christmas, and all through the mall tho no children were present, this day topped them all..." Some twenty-five years ago, I decided to pick up a few extra holiday dollars by taking a part-time job as a shopping mall Santa in suburban Minneapolis. As I was neither the natural size, age … Continue reading Santa Fidelis

Everything is on the table

Our kitchen table is an heirloom in training. Sitting alone at this table with open notebook, a pen, and a fresh cup of coffee in the early morning light of day I can, with an angular glance, see the extensive preparation and practice for remembrance that it has already put in. At a mere sixteen-years, … Continue reading Everything is on the table

Making my best pitch

Making my best pitch

I have a dead file, and it is in need of its annual updating. The file dangles in the front of our family filing cabinet, a red hanging folder filled with all of the important stuff my family will need for when I depart this mortal coil: the songs I want played, the songs I wish … Continue reading Making my best pitch

Santa Fidelis

"'Twas a Wednesday before Christmas, and all through the mall tho no children were present, this day topped them all..." Some twenty years ago, I decided to pick up a few extra holiday dollars by taking a part-time job as a shopping mall Santa in suburban Minneapolis. As I was neither the natural size, age … Continue reading Santa Fidelis

The Bird

Thanksgiving 1979 found me in living in on my own in Marshalltown, Iowa and working at KDAO radio. I was going to be working on Thanksgiving, but what was cool was that my friend Rick Hunter was going to be joining me, on his holiday break journey home to Colorado from college life in Minnesota. … Continue reading The Bird

“Burn, baby burn…”

Dr. Paul Ton, my high school history teacher, and one of my all-time favorite teachers, had a highly effective, piercing stare, and when a class was disrupted by something going on in the hallway he could really crank it up, and add a verbal whammy: at said upheaval, he would slowly turn his icy glare … Continue reading “Burn, baby burn…”

Shades of Black and White

It was late summer, 1979, and my friend Johnny was dying. Our star fullback in high school, heavyweight wrestling champ, all around BMOC, sat there before me, slumped, in a wheelchair in his parent’s Denver living room. His once chiseled, athletic frame was basically down to half of the 215 pounds he burst through opposing … Continue reading Shades of Black and White

Conversation

Conversation

“How many students of yours have been killed?” Her tone was inquisitive, non-invasive. “A dozen” I replied softly, taking a deep hit on my bottle of Coke. She sighed, audibly. “At least nine” I clarified. “Nine that I have seen the obit on, story on the news, newspaper article about. Nine.” I was running through … Continue reading Conversation