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I hate wearing new shoes and I’m willing to bet that 99.999% of the male population does too.
They never feel right and by the end of the day you’re walking like Donald Duck after
sniffing glue and eating one too many Skittles.
Taste the rainbow of discomfort.
The only footwear that feels right to me the first time [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Memoir’
Oxblood
Posted: 15th October 2009 by ~m in Family, Imagine, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Sad, Time, Truth, alzheimer's disease, shoes, weatherTags: deep, Love, Memoir, Old Days, parents, shoes
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Lumbricus Terrestris
Posted: 31st August 2009 by ~m in Edward Hopper, Insomnia, Life, Mondays, Music, Personal, Rants, Science, Sleep, Time, Trainride, Truth, Ugly, Video, YouTube, dickheadsTags: Hopper, Memoir, morning people, nighthawks, Science, Sleep, trains, worms
I am not, I repeat, not a morning person.
Never have been, never will.
Ask my wife.
Ask my kids.
Hell, ask Bill the conductor on the 6:30am train I take into Boston.
He checks my ticket and says, “Have a nice nap, sir.”
Bill would honestly say, “Definitely NOT a morning person.”
(*should be, “Not a person at all. He’s more [...]
Two Flowers
Posted: 27th August 2009 by ~m in Akubra Hats, Angels, Australia, Cape Cod, Family, Friends, Imagine, Life, Love, Memoir, Pamela, Personal, Sacred, Sad, Truth, amazing, flowers, womenTags: Australia, flowers, Friends, Life, Love, Memoir, unexpected
There are things that happen in our lives that occasionally defy space, time, gravity and logic.
While we experience these types of phenomena on a daily basis
we are sometimes too busy to see and embrace it.
There are two areas that require attention in my backyard: the lawn and the flowers.
I generally mow the lawn while Pamela [...]
Communion
Posted: 13th August 2009 by ~m in Beer, Family, Food, God, Life, Love, Memoir, Personal, Red Sox, Sacred, Sad, Truth, blues, eye dew, fathers and daughters, hero, hope, prayer, wishesTags: Alzheimers, communion, Dad, Food, Love, Memoir, Sad
Sarah and I went to visit my father yesterday to feed him lunch and sit with him for a while.
Lately, he’s been overly emotional for reasons I may never be privy to.
The minute he saw us, he broke down completely.
I feel terrible saying it but I’ve almost gotten used to it now.
I had to.
My empathy [...]
Mr. Boston’s
Posted: 1st June 2009 by ~m in Angels, Animals, Babies, Beer, Family, Food, Friends, God, Life, Love, Memoir, Music, Personal, Sacred, Truth, amazing, dancing, fathers and daughters, twins, wishes, women, writingTags: drink, Family, good, happy, home, Love, Memoir, party
I began thinking about the old black pot belly stove that sat in the cellar of the house I grew up in.
No idea where the thought came from but it triggered a total waterfall of memories for me.
The stove was fat in the way a corpulent Santa Claus would be.
It had an ornate shiny silver [...]
Indian Summer
Posted: 4th May 2009 by ~m in Angels, Beer, Cigars, Family, Food, Friends, God, Life, Memoir, Mondays, Old Days, Personal, Sacred, Truth, amazing, chances, weatherTags: Beer, Cape Cod, Cigars, Food, Friends, Life, Love, Memoir, sunshine
It was September of 2006 that I took a week off from work.
I planned on doing some things around the house, smoke some cigars and drink some Guinness.
I had a few extra days to play around with and decided to visit my friend Michael who lives on Cape Cod.
I left early on Tuesday morning and [...]
Jasper Dreams
Posted: 23rd April 2009 by ~m in Baseball, Cigars, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Truth, alzheimer's disease, blues, chances, clothingTags: Alzheimers, Dreams, Family, Life, Love, Memoir, memories, Time
My father’s dresser stood roughly 5′ high and was made of a dark striped mahogany.
The handles were brushed bronze and made an interesting ‘clink’ after drawer was opened.
The most interesting thing was an item sitting on top of it;
a cast iron piggy bank that weighed about 3 lbs. with a lock on the underside of [...]
Bike
Posted: 21st April 2009 by ~m in Friends, Kids, Life, Love, Memoir, Old Days, Personal, Truth, guystuff, writingTags: bikes, Friends, Life, Love, Memoir, memories, Old Days, pain, youth
To look at it, you would think it was just another normal boy’s bicycle but I knew better.
It was an off-brand that my father bought at an old store in town and I so loved it.
Can’t remember the name for the life of me but it was mostly fireball red and the fenders
had a bit [...]
Calling St. Anthony
Posted: 17th December 2008 by ~m in Friends, God, Life, Personal, Sacred, blues, chances, prayerTags: Christmas, Memoir, Personal, Truth, writing
I was up and out of bed at 5:45 this morning, a bit early on a Tuesday but I had some things to do before heading into Boston. I could hear freezing rain ‘ticking’ off the windows in the living room and thought, “Early train.”
Icy conditions bamboozle the commuter rail and taking an early train [...]
My father’s hats
Posted: 13th November 2008 by ~m in Baseball, God, Life, Memoir, Personal, Red Sox, Sacred, Sports, Truth, alzheimer's disease, amazing, chances, hero, prayer, twinsTags: chance, church, fathers, God, Memoir, Truth
On most days my father wears a baseball hat.
Even when he was well if he wasn’t working he was wearing some type of baseball hat.
It was an intrinsic part of his daily get up.
It was usually the Red Sox, maybe the Celtics but NEVER the NY Yankees, God forbid, he would rather die than to [...]