Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Saturday, August 28, 2010
MR. BAUM- He was our grade school Gym teacher, and achieved legendary status by insisting that we children perform feats of athletic skill that he couldn't do with the assistance of Industrial Light and Magic...4-X, while demonstrating a forward somersault, he got stuck halfway over.
MISS SUSIE- An enormous black lady who lived next door to us, a bottomless reserve of stories, laughter, and change for running to the store for her, generally to buy a can of Buttercup Snuff. The snuff was fifteen cents, so you could count on making a dime from the transaction.
MAW LEWIS- She and her husband lived in front of us, and had a loud, joyous voice, and Oreo cookies for days.
MRS. BULL- She told us to call her "Mrs. Bollweevil", for some reason, and was a true eccentric...her apartment looked like an archealogical dig.
CLAUDIE WILLIAMS- aka "Doc Savage", was a neighborhood drunk, universal supervisor of street repair, and raconteur; Richard Pryor's wino could've been based on him. I remember Claudie telling stories of his actions during WWII, none of which I believed...thus, I was truly suprised by the honor guard and 21-gun salute at his funeral...BTW, Claudie died on my 20th birthday, 23 Dec 75.
BROADWAY TRACY- A transexual, and unusual even for such, a real force of nature. Tracy once told me "her" real name, but I promised not to reveal it.
BROADWAY NANCY- A bag lady, but with her wits about her; I remember many long conversations with her.
I wish them well.
Monday, August 23, 2010
Thursday, August 19, 2010
I was reflecting on being fifty-four, and the downsides thereof, when I hit upon a wonderful truth....I've legally been a curmudgeon for nearly four years.
Monday, August 16, 2010
Friday, August 13, 2010
I now live in Whitney, Texas, a town of about two thousand people, give or take. It's a real change from Lorain, or certainly Cleveland.
The paper comes out once a week...it's called The Lakelander(or, as I refer to it in my mind, The Lackluster), there's not really that much to do around here, and no jobs; I've been looking since I got here, Valentine's Day of '09.
It's quiet, as you'd expect, and hot...we hit 105 today. There's fire ants, a beastie I've run into once, and would rather not again. The flies bite, and there are scorpions, although I've yet to see one. For some reason, radio, digital tv, and cellphone reception are really wonky around these parts...personally, I consider digital tv a Communist plot anyway, but that's me.
I love this town, and this state, what I've seen of it so far, for very simple reasons....
People hang the flag, everyday.
Kids say, "sir", "ma'am", and do it without THAT TONE in their voices.
Folks speak to you, and ask after your people.
Honor, honesty, decency, and respect are an everyday thing here.
It ain't heaven....it ain't even Mayberry, but it's home, and I feel at home here, heat, bugs, and all.
The one thing I've yet to figure out is, why so many big people in such a big state go for such little dogs?
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Thursday, August 5, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
I have to admit, I always thought I'd wind up one of those old geezers who lives above a bar with six cats, and whose demise is discovered because of a terrible odor...never mind what the cats have been living on. What woman in her right mind would want someone like me? I'd been in relationships, but they were, in the main, perhaps best described by this exchange between myself, and a co-worker....
CO-WORKER: :"Hopewell, what do you look for in a woman?"
ME: "Black clothing, and bandaged wrists."
I met Tracy online, about four years ago, on a discussion board we both frequented. I can't say exactly when I knew I was attracted to her, but I knew there was something there, and not just on my part. Talking online became letters, phone calls (Iwas in Cleveland, she where we are now, Whitney, Texas), and eventually, a visit north, to spend two days with me; that's when the picture was taken, outside the Greyhound station in Cleveland, just before she went back.
After several months of more letters, phonecalls, and online romance, we decided we couldn't be apart any longer...I left Cleveland on 13 February of '09, arriving in Texas on Valentine's Day.
Trace and I both believe that marriage is for a lifetime, and we both realized that this was what we both were looking for. We have a grown daughter, from a previous marriage of hers, and I count Sarah as one of the blessings of this union-she called me "Dad" for the first time last night.
I think the picture says it all, don't you?