My mom died 5 years ago today. The “why” still haunts me. We weren’t as close as we should have been - I am antisocial with family, too. But she was an artist - so she understood what a mess I can be.
For those that ever accuse me of having an agenda? I'm lucky if I plan the next 5 minutes. That might explain why I'm always late. Do I at least have ideas? Maybe. So. A new blog is available.
More family horror stories. This is how my grandmother dealt with being forced to watch her baby brother - in 1922. I imagine a diaper and pockets filled with rocks would really slow a tiny human down!
My niece pushes her tiny dog around in a stroller. But to clarify. She does not keep any humans on a leash. That I know of. Well. I guess it explains the chokers. And purple and silver hair. Nope. Not going there.
I am different. Something I have never actually said out loud. And rarely acknowledge even to myself. A planned change in direction and purpose. I have experience to share. It may help. Someone. So, let's begin ...
I was 3 years old on that night. And no, I could not sleep. I stayed up all night. My kid world bubble had burst. My father did not have the answers. So my questions stopped. But not my curiosity. I should not still be alive.
Once upon a long long ago. We went to bed. With maybe four TV channels (ABC,CBS,NBC+INDs). And the next day we had this weird thing called "cable". Good, bad? Well - like all technology. Different. #YCDTOTV
Given my present outlook for humanity - it is probably a good thing I do not have access to WMDs. Are we a lost cause? Just in a slump? Do we have any redeeming qualities? Or maybe ... we need some qualifying analysis.
My sister had just started walking, so I was 5 years old when I first encountered a cable TV remote at my uncle’s house. I didn’t want to leave. Simple joys? That's all I can wish for. Somewhere. Someday.
I can't recommend having a baby - or getting married - at the age of 20. Too many 3am thoughts about "swimming" in the Monongahela River. But that was me. My life? A giant steaming pile of absurdity. And THIS? More than once.
THIS is how I process our insanity. Virtually nobody should be dying. And? Nobody should be hungry. Nor homeless. Nor unable to get medical care. I hope future humans view us with disdain. But what if ... they are just more us?
After my great-grandfather's Winchester Model 1906 - my father's H&R Topper Model 58 12-Gauge holds the most memories. None fond. 10 year old me did not appreciate the hardwood stock using deer slugs during target practice.
Happy Thanksgiving America! Focusing on what's truly important about this holiday. Let's all agree that there is nothing else in nature quite like the sound of a rafter of wild turkeys taking flight next to your head!
It's Silly Sunday! With a rare surname, I have it easy when it comes to social media, skype, blah, blah, blah. A boring first initial and last name. Or my email. So. I'm not hard to find. Unlike any John Smiths born in 2022.
Yes, I realize in this context the children are more like "ammunition". But ... Wait! Why am I justifying myself to you?!? This is MY cartoon! Anyway. This is as good as it's gonna get for a Christmas mood from me this year.
As a child in the 1950s, my mom's most prized possessions were her cat's eye marbles. Twenty years later, another child would go on archeological expeditions to dig them up. There's a lesson for today in there somewhere.
Waiting at the barbershop, I read an article about the experimental treatment for leukemia. And pondered. What if everything could be cured? And thought. I don't have the desire to live five more months. Let alone forever.
I loved playing school. And set a Mr. Holland's Opus path. But. My first student for lessons died suddenly at the age of 9. One of the reasons I took a semester off college. While I continued a few years. The passion was gone.
If you are old enough to remember windup baby swings - perhaps you discovered the secret to making them run faster. I did. My mom? Wished I hadn't. My baby sister? Don't know. She couldn't talk. Is puking an affirmative?
I may have seen something like this "Once Upon a Time". But. I have reached my limit for effort on originality. May God have mercy on my creative soul? Well. On second, third, fourth thought. Just give me ... "The End".