The old man had cried on and off over the past five days.
It’s not manly. It’s not the way a man is supposed to act. A grown man sobbing like a little girl. A grown man tearing up during a chance encounter with a neighbor or with a salesperson who had simply said ‘have a nice day’. Continue reading Why, Why, Why?
I had a depressing thought today, more-so than my normal ones.
My Dad’s had some medical issues this month and I’ve been acting as his full-time nurse (and I look terrible in the outfit). Continue reading When I’m 64…
A short video from 50 years ago of my Dad and I out in the woods harvesting the family’s Christmas tree. For a person of my age, I am so blessed to have home movies of my childhood. Thank you Aunt B and your 8mm camera. And to have been raised by two wonderful parents.
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
Here’s a look back in time to the 1950’s in the United States. This is An old Homemovie of a Family and their Motorcycle (that was a link to my ‘yet to be massive’ Youtube channel:) Continue reading Americana and a Motorcycle
You should never trust an old recipe that doesn’t have a few stains or some food smeared on it. If it’s not dirty or well-worn, then it probably wasn’t used very often to begin with and isn’t worth the effort to make. Continue reading Old Handwritten Recipes