Radio Days or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Just Listen to KDWB’s Rob...
When I was a baby, my parents plunked me in front of the living room stereo. I was lulled to sleep by classical music. Well, at least that’s what they said happened. Radio has always been a great...
View ArticleTearful Goodbyes
Because Brian and I lived so far away from our grandparents, they always arranged to spend summers by travelling north to stay with us on on Lake Minnetonka. Since our family had moved twice, once more...
View ArticleThe Handkerchief
Talk about forgotten gifts. On my 21st birthday, Mom and Dad gave me a bottle of rosé wine (I could “officially” drink at 19, but the folks wanted to mark that occasion by buying me wine) and … a...
View ArticleFriendship, Indiana
The Family Project summer vacations were de rigueur. When we lived out East, we travelled to Maine in the summer, and Virginia and North Carolina in the spring. The long-distance road trip to the...
View ArticleTouched
“When your parents die, you will never see them again. You might think you understand that, but until it happens, you don’t. They say that you come into the world alone and that you leave alone too....
View ArticlePen Pals (Part 1)
[First of a two-part post.] We used to write letters. A lot of letters. They arrived in envelopes with handwritten lettering, maybe in colored pen. Soon I’d be receiving a slew of those blue,...
View ArticleSlide Show
The man was born to preserve the moment in pictures. My maternal grandfather, Ray Adams, was an avowed shutterbug. More than a hobby to him, it was an obsession. Dad once told me that Grandpa Adams had...
View ArticleJackie’s Boys
[Dear reader-friends: I’m back from a too-long hiatus over the summer of 2018, where I changed jobs and took a break from my planned 1990s posts here. It being the tenth anniversary of my parents’...
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