Or, I wonder how many post titles he can come up with using the word “wonder”.
Moving on from my youth, my teen years were marked by a life-changing event: I was now old enough to become gainfully employed.
Of … Read the rest
Teen wonder
Posts Categorized: Nostalgia
Battles in outer space
Or, more precisely, out of space.
As I recently mentioned, I’ve given up on trying to read via an e-reader (in my case, a Kindle). That leaves me in an untenable position, however.
Because, I don’t just like paperbacks (and … Read the rest
Master of my universe
Too long have I played the role of the mastered. No longer. Now, I am the master.
I have allowed the preternatural cold air lingering in South Florida to imprison me in my domicile. Eliminating from me that pristine time … Read the rest
I give up
Forget it. Finito. It’s over. No mas.
I’m done with the wave of the future. It came, I tried, I give up.
An ever-increasing wave of technology has invaded our lives. I’m a gadget man. I am. But one gadget … Read the rest
Ad infinitum
Here comes the Super Bowl, the only program watched worldwide by millions of people…for the ads.
Sure, a few also want to see the football game, but the rest are getting their munchies in between the commercials.
Even now, when … Read the rest
Music drives me
Or, more accurately, music walks me, but that’s just not as sexy a title.
In this case, though, music writes me, as I welcome you to a cornucopia of musically influenced random ramblings.
Maestro, if you please…
You cannot be … Read the rest
Monster mash
In my last post, I used a picture of a “holiday card” inspired by the TV show “The Walking Dead”. In that post, I mentioned I’m not a fan. Today. we’re going to expand on that a bit.
First, let … Read the rest
The nutcracker
Do I find it unnerving after my last post clearly stated I am not given to nostalgic romps that my very next post is teed up by a nostalgic act?
No, I do not. It’s tough enough coming up with … Read the rest
Computer memory
I’m not one to wallow in nostalgia or sit around knocking on doors in my head for old memories.
But, occasionally, I do succumb to the siren call of past delights. Sometimes it’s the re-reading of an old book. Other … Read the rest
Things my Dad doesn’t get about me
My Dad is great. He’s also a pain in the butt. By extension, that makes him a great pain in the butt.
I joke with my Sister that the butt part is why he’s such a great Dad – if … Read the rest
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