Category Archives: Memories
Dad, The Annoying
Every year at this time, I remember my Dad’s birthday with a small tribute. I’ve discussed some of the things I loved about him (‘The Smartest Person’), and some of the things that he loved (“Of Tom Mix and Clam Chowder”). But my Dad was just a guy after all, and he could be just as annoying …
Who Me, Officer?
As I was driving home from Mom’s a few days ago, I rounded a curve and saw that some poor schmuck had been pulled over by a cop. Probably speeding, and although I felt sympathy for the hapless driver – (I’ve always loved that word -‘hapless’- who is that guy, and why has he no …
Wanna Go For A Ride?
Last week I wrote about cats and dogs, and I guess it was obvious to most people that I am a bit biased towards cats. It’s true enough. My husband and I have had a bunch of cats over the 25 years we’ve been together. As a matter of fact, I brought home a kitten …
Carry That Weight
Genius, they call it. And I cannot disagree. This little gadget I can carry in my purse or tuck under my pillow or in my desk drawer so I can sneak a few paragraphs when I am supposed to be on a conference call…. . Oh, I resisted for a long time. I like books. …
Yo-Ho-Ho
This week my husband and I took our annual micro-vacation. Neither of us likes to be away from home too long – for me, because I can’t bear to be without all my clothes and makeup and hair products, and for him, because he is afraid the pets will pine for him. Sure enough, I …
Best Morning Ever!
Back in February, I shared several of my favorite days, culminating of course with the best day of my life – so far, anyway – February 9, 1964. This week I remembered one very special morning. First, a little background. I spent much of my career at that bastion of testosterone, ESPN. If you are …
Man-Words
Over my 63 years, men have said some memorable things to me. So I present to you my Man-Word Awards! Best Pick-Up Line: I go all the way back to 1969 for this one, I was hanging around at the end of my summer job shift with some other teenagers, and I was wearing my …
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