Category Archives: Wonder Years

If you need me, I’ll be down here

All the world’s a stage, And all the men and women merely players, They have their exits and entrances, And one man in his time plays many parts, The day after Christmas. There was, as usual, a good deal of … Continue reading

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The Origins of a Crippling Fear

I was talking to my supervisor this morning. She went on a family camping trip over the weekend and now is sore. Her family had struck out from their campsite, exploring the nature preserve and saw some interesting land formations, … Continue reading

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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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Am I Dead But I Don’t Know It?

But I still like Randy Newman I have nothing left to sayBut I’m gonna say it anyway*I’ve been giving a lot of thought to the fact that I rarely listen anymore to the music I grew up with and, up … Continue reading

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It doesn’t grow on trees . . .it comes from the loan arranger (where’s Tonto?)

Around 25 years ago, I had a therapist call my parents something along the lines of ‘double-dealing cheap, four flushers.’ I was quite upset with her for that and mounted a backhanded defense of my parents.  Sure they let money … Continue reading

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The Touching Story of a Child and His Shotgun

A month after I turned 13, my father gave me a shotgun as a Christmas present. It was, and remains, a youth model Winchester single-shot 20-gauge. Perfect home defense weapon if you use it like a club It was not … Continue reading

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. . . and your mother dresses you funny

Kevin Arnold’s Wonder Years began in 1968.  You might remember him So did mine.  Let me set the scene where I was so you understand why I spent years trying to convince my parents to move back to where we … Continue reading

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