MemoriesCategory: Memories

The immortal man

30 July, 2013 (21:42) | Memories

I’ve got a bunch of weird emotions going on right now.  I don’t want to say “I lost someone today.” That sounds too self-centered.  Especially since I haven’t talked to my dad’s friend for almost 10 years.  But, how do I explain this feeling of loss? I don’t think he knew how much I revered […]

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Come And Buy My Toys

13 December, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

When I was kid, we had an uncle that would give us a $100 bill if he were in town during our birthday. He was in twice for my birthday, and both of my $100 bills got spent at the fine establishment of Toys R US. In 1 trip each. The first time, it was […]

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In the house that was built by my grandfather’s hand

22 November, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

My mom didn’t know her biological dad right away. I think it was her teen years, but you’d have to ask her for the details. Anyway, when we were kids, we’d go visit Grandfather Warnick. That’s what we called him. We’d just go over for a few hours on a Saturday and sit around and […]

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I always feel like somebody’s watching me

9 November, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

When I was a kid I played baseball at a field that was on the same street as my grandfather’s (Pappap’s) house, but a good mile down the road, and across a pretty heavily trafficked intersection. Let me back up a little bit.  You have to know a little bit about Pappap.  I’m sure my […]

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I got a job making money for the man

11 May, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

Whenever I have a job interview and they ask me if I have ever been fired from a job, I can’t help but laugh.  I can’t lie, but I can’t really say “yes” without giving the story.  The truth is, I’ve been fired from the same job twice. During the summer of 2001, I had […]

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Dear readers, I’m not sure where I’m headed

8 February, 2012 (12:00) | Memories

When I was in college, I had a creative writing class.  It was a small class, less than 20 of us, and we met in one of the cool nationality rooms at Pitt.  The professor’s last name was Hall, and I enjoyed her and the class tremendously.  I don’t claim to have had a special […]

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