Monthly Archives: September 2013

Love. You hear about it everyday all your life, ever since your were born when mothers and fathers say, “Goo goo. Hi there. I love you and kiss and hug you over and over again.” And all through childhood and in movies … Continue reading →

I remember many years ago, when I was just a kid, sitting on the front porch and talking with my oldest brother, Bob, who looked at me with a smile and asked, “Are you happy?” I don’t remember what I … Continue reading →

It was early Tuesday morning and it was my best friend Eddie’s, 16th birthday and Eddie, Peter and I didn’t feel like going to school on Eddie’s birthday so instead we ditched school. We all jumped into my low rider … Continue reading →

I’ve been a  Vietnam Vet (VNV) since my tour of duty in Vietnam (Nam) was over in June 1967. I’m not exactly sure what I expected as VNV. I just wanted to make it out of Nam alive and luckily … Continue reading →

The entire time I was a kid and growing up there was always music in our house. My dad was always either singing or whistling or he had the radio on, and yes – he also watched Lawrence Welk regularly. Music … Continue reading →

People keep asking why these mass shootings keep happening all over the country? These are the questions that come to my mind: How can one of the richest countries in the world justify 50 million of its citizens not being … Continue reading →

I’ve had a friend for the past couple of years that I like quite a bit. We became good buddies and we’d visit each other regularly and talk about world events and relationships and whatever else came up. I mean … Continue reading →

During the last part of January 1967 and the first part of February, 1968, during the time I was in Vietnam (from June 1966 to June 1967) there was a lot of talk among the troops about “maybe the US … Continue reading →

My brother, Richard was 3 years older than I was. And Sandi, the girl who lived across the street from us was a year younger than I was. Sandi’s little brother, Larry, was 5 years younger than I was. We’d … Continue reading →

I was sitting with an younger friend a while back when she looked at me and asked me when I first began to think of myself as grown up. I thought about it for a couple minutes and then answered, “I’m … Continue reading →