I can’t sleep at night.
Well, I can sleep, but its not good. My sleep comes in fits and turns and fist fights with my sheets and blankets. Each morning I wake up to a crime scene, pillows everywhere, like the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man exploded in my bedroom.
Back in the late seventies, just out of high school, anything was an excuse for a house party. Of course, none of us had houses, but our parents did. The best house for a party at this time was at my friend Woody’s parent’s house.
If you and your family celebrate Christmas, that celebration will look very different during the course of a lifetime. Even the family you celebrate the holiday with will most likely change.
Those of us who grew up in a household with only one income can relate to the story that follows.
Funny, but the post you are about to read is nothing like the first draft I wrote on this incident. In fact, it is the polar opposite of what I intended. Guess it really depends on which side of the glass you look through.
Let me explain
I am by no means a hoarder, but if I were to die tomorrow, there is a lot of stuff that my kids will have to deal with (i.e. throw away).
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It was not mine, but it may have been my son Danny’s first concert.
Although, after what we saw that night, I’m surprised he ever went back to see another.
You never know who you are going to run into on any given day (or night), or how that run in will turn out.
It is Monday night, and I am sitting here in New Jersey waiting for Hurricane Sandy to reach landfall.
Motivation does not strike often, so when it does I need to embrace it by any means necessary.
The year between my sophomore and junior year of high school, I got a job at The Grand Diner that was, without a doubt, the best job I ever had. Learned life skills there that I use to this very day.
I have an old car.
How old?
Not Friday night cool classic car show in town old, more like ‘why doesn’t that car have any hubcaps?’ old.
I was exhausted. I went into the bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed. I stared ahead and it looked like the walls were breathing. I fell back, but was too tired to sleep. This was a horrible day.
The funny thing is, looking back at that weekend now, this would be the good day.
It was a dark and stormy night.
Actually, it was a beautiful sunny Monday afternoon when my brother, my sister, and myself dug a grave.
My ex-wife, Arlene, and I have a very good relationship. Always wondered if we stayed together, would we have made it through the tough times and ended up in a good place.
Let me hand out this spoiler alert…
...the night before my wedding day, I thought, ‘How bad can this be?’
How bad indeed.
