The Music Box

In the nineteen sixties my mother won the lottery (literally) and with her new found wealth, she bought a piano. She had the dream that one day one of her three children (my brother, my sister, and myself) would learn to play the instrument.

Oh, What a Feeling, Dancing on the Ceiling

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.

Angel In a Red Dress

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.

Not Just a Girl and Her Dog

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

The Grand Diner

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.