Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Wednesday, December 22, 2010
Wednesday, December 1, 2010
Monday, November 22, 2010
When I was little, my Ma and a couple aunts (generally MaryEllen and Delores) would spend the entire night in the kitchen, cooking such wonderful goodies. I could stay up and help, as long as I didn't make a mess. I stirred things, frosted cakes, and of course got to lick all the bowls I wanted.
Saturday, November 20, 2010
The name of this entry is such because that's what we all called this particular event, due to the shape we were in for this gig.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Saturday, November 6, 2010
I've mentioned my love of monster movies more than once here; as a red-blooded American boy of the mid-20th century, it'd almost be de rigueur.
Thursday, November 4, 2010
I'm grateful for many things since moving to Texas, my wife, the friendly peoople, but one thing that definitely comes to mind is the weather, especially in the winter.
I grew up on the NorthCoast, and you'd think I would've gotten used to cold, wind-chill, and lake -effect weather; uh-uh. I HATE cold, question the very sanity of those who love playing in snow, and wrestled with Seasonal Affective Disorder for most of my life.
I can still remember when I first realized it. I was seven, down at the foot of the driveway, building a snowman. I'm patting more snow on top of its head when, like a light being turned on, reality blew in.
- I'm standing in cold, wet snow.
- It's still snowing.
- I'm actually HANDLING this cold, wet stuff.
- I'm out of my gourd.
Ever since then, winter has been four months and change of bummer, particularly on the NorthCoast, where winter hits like Godzilla on a Tokyo weekend. Later for that.
It's snowed twice since I got here, and it's gotten down to about twenty degrees....thank you, Lord.
Friday, October 29, 2010
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
I've been tastin' my mother's cooking in my mind the past few days, and I'm kinda wondering why, and why now.
My mother wasn't a fantastic cook, nor was she a dreadful one. Rather, she turned out good, hearty meals that I still remember fondly, forty-some years later.
We ate a lot of what's called "down-home" cooking, which was (is) fine with me... I adore fried chicken, porkchops, corn bread, and mashed potatoes; indeed, I could probably eat those items for a straight month without getting tired. Spaghetti was another favorite, as was kielbasi (Polish sausage, to the uninitiated), macaroni and cheese, and meat loaf. Her hamburgers were always well-done (I prefer rare), but always good.
That's the key, I think- it was her cooking, with her personality and love mixed in with the other ingredients. Not the best, but what I knew, and loved; I'd rather have that. No matter the budget, she managed to keep three growing boys, herself, and the dog and cat well- fed over the years.
Thank you, Mama; Lord willing, I'll put my feet under your table again, when this day is over forever, and the new Day dawns.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
I moved into the building in June of '87. The rental space consisted of two single rooms, one at the front and one at the rear of the second floor(I occupied the front one), two three-room apartments, each with a living room, kitchen, and bedroom, and two bathrooms, shared by the tenants; at the time, both of the apartments and the other single room were occupied.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Now, I'm sure some folks may wonder why I've written a blog on Marvel, when I just wrote one on comic books...
Wednesday, September 22, 2010
Strictly speaking, I don't read comic books anymore; I occasionally read graphic novels, which are sometimes made up of stories from particular comics, and I enjoy the live-action and animated films put out by DC and Marvel. However....