There are at least a dozen different ways to sneak into a drive-in movie without paying. So I’ve been told. Not that I would know. Continue reading Drive-In Movies
Tag Archives: Growing Up
Why We Play Games
The backyard on Susan Avenue was completely dark by 8 PM, only the shadows of trees standing still and young boys running wild could be sensed by the naked eye. Across the road and a million miles away, was the glow of the high school football field, a full-blown production occupying the rest of the entire Earth. Continue reading Why We Play Games
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Dinner Time
AOn almost every Sunday at 101 South Church Street., there was a family meal being served. This was the home of Ralph and Emma Lambert. Theirs was the classic Southern marriage, one that would endure over sixty-five years here on Earth. Hard-working and living within their means, they had raised a large family in such a small house. Work was Monday through Friday or Saturday, Church was every Sunday morning. Continue reading Dinner Time
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Small Town Speed Trap Ahead
There was a portable speed limit sign on Spring Street today. I registered an average score of 19 during my three trips through the 25 MPH zone because I now drive like an old lady in my old lady Buick. But it got me to thinking. Continue reading Small Town Speed Trap Ahead
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My Ass
Today’s the third anniversary of my best friend’s death. And I’m still pissed at the world. So, I thought that I’d write something funny. Continue reading My Ass
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Boobies-Exposing the Truth
If you don’t live in the Washington, D.C./Baltimore area, you may have missed the Oh-So slanderous headlines from the past three weeks.
Emergency vote in Ocean City, Maryland: You can’t go topless here.
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A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties
The following little story is a teenager’s confession of guilt. It comes forty-years after the infractions were committed and safely after any statutes of limitations or the possibility of being grounded at home for a month. Continue reading A Virginia Tradition-Field Parties
