“The Central Brothers”

“Junior Follies-Central High School-1978”  Found in the family vault along with the Hope Diamond and Jimmy Hoffa was this hidden “Before They Were Famous” masterpiece.  Originally recorded on a handheld cassette recorder by my Dad is the ‘Big Stage’ Premier of The Central Brothers–Rusty, Robin, Steve, Mark and Tom.
Performing “Counting Flowers on the Wall”

The County Fair of my youth

The Shenandoah County Fair of my youth was a safe haven for quality family entertainment.  Alcohol, gambling and nudity. Oh yea, and bear vs. man wrestling.  During that one week of the year, you could join family and friends in a toast of liquor out in the parking lot or grab a beer from the hidden keg of a local vendor; place a ‘behinds-the-screens’ bet on the harness races or play the dice game at the far end of the midway; then watch totally nude women perform obscene acts with inanimate objects while standing behind the safety of a canvas tent, obscured in the eyes of God and your wife.  But those days are gone.  The society of those simpler times has crumbled and all that we’re left with now are livestock judging, rubber duckies, and cotton candy. Continue reading The County Fair of my youth

Nikki

Will she thinks of me as she’s tucked into bed
A chuckle and smile as the pillow meets her head
Bedtime stories that I used to read
Bears and Birds and Squirrels in trees
Things upon which a three year old dreams
Will she think of me as the moon joins the stars
How it’s chuck full of cheese
Little green men up on Mars
How little we are, great big is the world
But only as big as little imaginations sure are
Will she think of me as she opens her eyes
A moment of stretches, of yawns and sighs
Chasing feet through pant legs
Coats and mittens on cold days
Twice the time getting ready, I like it that way
Will she think of me when a friend speaks of Dad
Does she see me as a father, as just her Dad
A man who held her and hugged her
And wiped away her sad tears
I’ll think of her for the rest of my years

Numbers

 

I have issues.  It’s a long list, as anyone that knows me well enough will tell you.  And on that long list are entries numbered 3, 7, 12 and 21.  Significant both as issues on the list and literally the written numbers themselves.  A self-diagnosis of these particular issues points towards a hybrid virus of Numerology and Arithmomania.  Oh, wait, Wheel of Fortune is on.  Continue reading Numbers

Most are 99.9% almost true… in a way.

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