Time Out? It’s A Whippin’ For You, Boy!

I really don’t see how parents are able to raise their children these days. Today’s psychologists and so-called child raising experts admonish parents who want to beat the living daylights out of their children. And children readily dial 911 at even a...

A Fair to Remember.

Next month, I return to the homeland from whence I came. After a five year absence, I am returning to Seattle once more, not to bless it with my presence, but to go to the Fair. Oh, sure, I have told my friends that I can’t wait to see them. That is most...

My Best Friend As A Kid.

Growing up on NE 28th Street, there weren’t any kids my age. I had been caught in the bottoming out of the Baby Boom generation… I was the youngest kid on the block outside of Michael Hanshew, a late addition to a Catholic family of nothing but girls. He...

Boys Will Be Boys.

As I began to delve into my childhood with my last post about being homeless in my own home as the last born and living on the couch, it dawned on me that life with three older brothers was rarely ever a picnic. Being the youngest offers no advantages save one: If...

Not the Couch Again!

Growing up we were like most Baby Boom families. We didn’t live in a large house. Though it had four bedrooms, they were very small by today’s standards. And with mom and dad in one bedroom, that left three bedrooms for four boys. Well, you know who the...

But It Looks Right To Me!

When I was in first grade, I really liked Mrs. Hanks. I was attending Kennydale Elementary School and she was my first real school teacher. Of course, I had attended kindergarten, but it wasn’t like real school because all we seemed to do all day was finger...