When Dale and I were kids we always called milk: muck luck or klim (milk spelled backwards). When Mom butchered a word though buyantibiotics.website , it was almost always due to regional influences. She grew up between Seattle, Washington and Ottumwa, Iowa so one of those places was responsible for her saying warsh instead of wash. I […]
Read MoreThis one is for my nieces and nephews. It is a list of some of the social, cultural, and pop culture experiences I’ve had in my lifetime. Fashion trends, technology innovations, and fads that came and went in my time here on this good earth. Most of these experiences applied to their father as well, since he was only three years older than me.
Read MoreI love nonsense poems and songs; an appreciation I no doubt acquired from my Dad who introduced me to them early on. He never specifically said he loved them but he sure knew a lot of them and his eyes would light up when he recited them. The first one I remember learning from him was Antagonist by […]
Read MoreOreo came from the Houston SPCA with that name. No doubt named for her half black, half white face. I didn’t really like the name but since she was almost a year old and there was already enough confusion in her life I kept it. I rarely called her that though and her myriad of nicknames arose […]
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Boo McFlanahan. That was his official name but it never suited him. When I brought him home from the Greeley, CO shelter I tried out various names for about three weeks and none of them seemed to fit (as if he would have responded to any name). I finally settled on Boo because he would […]
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Dad worked for Shell Oil Company so we moved a fair amount when I was younger; mostly back and forth between Texas and Connecticut. The family started in Alton, Illinois, Dad’s first stateside assignment after WWII. Both Dale and I were born there. Then on to Pasadena, Tx, up to Southport, Ct, back to Pasadena, back up to […]
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