Category Archives: Cleveland

A Christmas Story, or a Gift Only I Could Love (1972)

So huddle around the Trump Dumpster Fire and I’ll tell you a personal true story of a Christmas 45 years ago. Yes, I am old. On Christmas Eve we were in the car headed for my paternal grandparent’s house next … Continue reading

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Dad, you ever hear of The Tubes?

I always prided myself on thinking on my feet. In my family, it was a survival skill and often the result of the mercurial nature of my other three family members.  It was a fine summer afternoon back in 1976 … Continue reading

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Gratitude

Disclaimer: these feelings of gratitude could change at any time, especially tomorrow. I’ve been struggling to write lately. Tomorrow is the soon-to-be-famous Address to the Director and I was thinking about writing on that but since I’ve been informed that … Continue reading

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How I Got My Parents to Buy A Color TV

I shudder to think of what could have happened. What happened was bad enough. Of course, you know I was a curious child, which has gotten me in trouble ever since. And my dad, a Korean War Marine MP knew … Continue reading

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Traitor!

I’ll admit it. I slept with a Cleveland Browns football.  It was one of those mechanically signed cheap footballs where the older it got, the more the pebble cover flaked off. Dad got it for me in 1969 so it … Continue reading

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