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The church bus came trolling through the neighborhood every Sunday at nine o’clock, fishing for sinners and we were the mother lode for every salvation bound driver.
Summer can get boring for preteens sometimes and I’m sure our current scam was handed down by the older boys. Every parent in the neighborhood was pleased as punch when we told them we were going to church. Even the non Christian families figured it was better than letting…
ContinuePosted on August 10, 2011 at 11:22am — 4 Comments
Charlie was the constant parrot chatter in my early life. He spoke
in bursts of energy and he never shut up. Floyd was his opposite. You had to
pry Floyds mouth open but he observed everything and was always around for the fun.
The old ball field was due for reconstruction but at twelve years old it was the worst
imposition of our summer vacation.
At one end of the field stood a small bulldozer and at the other end was a smaller…
ContinuePosted on June 12, 2011 at 9:30pm — 5 Comments
If I ever needed a ruse to open up a special bottle of champagne to honor someone, today it is in
memory of Jack Kevorkian.
I met Jack a few times in passing through the Armenian community here in the Detroit area and to
call him nondescript was an understatement. Short of stature, frail, reasonably
quiet and unassuming were the physical facts but if you ever engaged him in a
conversation on any topic he was…
Posted on June 5, 2011 at 5:00pm — 4 Comments
The planet rose to meet my wobbly legs and placed me on steady ground. There was no voice of greeting, only a feeling that I was at home. The colored haze in my mind lifted like a fog off of some distant bay. As I became cognizant of my body the fantasy and mumbling noise disappeared. I did…
ContinuePosted on March 27, 2011 at 1:00pm — 4 Comments
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