wescobear asks…

Question: Tell us one thing you remember fondly from your childhood – a person, an event, an experience, an object, whatever. Something that makes you smile when you think of it.

Protected: the slow catch up

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the holiday at home

It is a good break, a good holiday and a good vacation. I have dined with my immediate family and snacked and caught up with my three oldest friendships. Well, oldest continuous friendships… It is mixed though… I need to backtrack for some things, since I haven’t been so open in these entries of late. […]

and… arrived

My family is not always the best at clear communication. We were the worst example of that telephone game. Or maybe the best. I am home in good old Solon, Ohio. I missed my dad; he has returned to the nursing home for the night. He was upset that he didn’t get to see me, […]

back to the drawing board – in a good way

It pays to ask questions. I just discovered that the plant is closing for the week between Christmas and New Year’s… This means I have more time to visit my family in Cleveland and more time for stopping on the return trip. It also means, most all of the dates I had set are wrong. I […]

I have today off. No alarm was set. I awoke to the phone ringing. I don’t get out of bed for the phone; I cannot get to it before the machine takes the call. It was my mother. As the record caught her call, she announced that Dad went back into the hospital. He has […]

Off Again!

I am out the door, back to Louisville for about a week…From past experience, I would guess I will have ample posting/commenting opportunities from my sister’s place. Later, y’all!

Thanksgiving

I spent today eating incredible food and visiting with family I haven’t seen in a long time. I spent this evening down the road at the childhood home of one of my best friends from school. (the other gay one…) He spent the day with his mother and her new husband. I almost hate the […]

Protected: ugh!

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It’s What I Get for Peekin’…

A card showed up in the mail today. Not for me, for David… As I passed through the foyer, I saw it sitting atop the piano. Must be an Easter card from his parents… no, not quite. Shouldn’t have looked, but I did. Serves me right for peeking… It would seem his parents sent him […]