I’m quite possibly the only straight guy in America that knows all of the words to all of the songs from Rodgers and Hammerstein’s “Sound of Music”. I didn’t grow up with a silver spoon in my mouth, but we did have a Baby Grand piano in the living room. And my Mom played, and my Sisters played, and my Dad played. And I sang along. Continue reading And now, I’d like to Sing a Song
Anyone that knows me well, knows that I can cook well. As in professionally. Most people can’t understand the concept, but after a 6-day workweek in a restaurant, I’d often spend a majority of my day-off cooking just for myself, or family, or to impress a future ex-spouse. Continue reading Recipes, Trolls, & Comments
I went to my Mom’s house yesterday to fix a broken window blind. Earlier in the day, I saw the most wonderful, heartfelt sentiment on one of those social media sites. After fixing my Mom’s blind, I shared it with her, knowing that she’d enjoy it. Continue reading RAOKIHOKBM
This is another in a series of short home movies that I’ve been editing (while learning how to edit:). It’s from a collection filmed by the late (uncle) Sam Smith of Woodstock, Virginia , my hometown. Continue reading Video-Main Street in Woodstock, Virginia during the Forties
There’s a good reason why chainsaws and beer aren’t sold in the same store. Chips and dip. Yes. Hammers and nails. Most certainly. But gas-powered tree trimming equipment and alcohol? No. Continue reading Was Paul Bunyan OSHA Friendly?
Next to getting ambush kissed by Stephanie Harbison in the first grade, cutting the grass of the family’s yard was by far my biggest passageway into manhood. Continue reading Just Cutting Grass
I was loading groceries into my car in the Food Lion parking lot last week, when a young woman approached and asked for a ride up the road to her job at the Pizza Hut. Continue reading Hitchhiking – A Bygone Adventure