My first pet wasn’t my own pet. It was my brother’s dog, a beagle named Peanut. He stayed in a largish pen in the backyard, thanks to the leash laws in our county. He probably was meant to be a hunting dog, but he didn’t hunt a thing. His talent was howling, which he would …
Today. An anniversary deserving of recognition, even if you hold little admiration for the man. Conspiracies abound to the contrary, but seventeen years ago this week, Kurt Cobain died of a self-inflicted gunshot wound in Seattle. The death of Kurt Cobain affected the children of the late 70s / early 80s far more than it …
The album I associate most with my first car, with my initial forays into driving on my own, going on those timid initial dates and experiencing for the first time the strangeness of a night drive home alone … is Hold Your Fire, the 1987 release by Rush. I don’t even recall why I bought it … and I did buy it. On cassette, of course.
The other week, the Twitter hashtag #tweetyour16yearoldself started making the rounds. At last check, it was still rolling. This was my contribution: After a bit of thought, I’d like to expand on that. So 16-year old Me, pay attention: Here’s the deal. I didn’t give you enough credit. I was convinced that if only I …
(Cross-posted as a comment in this MeFi thread.) I worked for Waldenbooks when I was in college. My store was one of two such franchises in Hamilton Place Mall, the first two-story mall built in Chattanooga, Tennessee. The upstairs store was closer to the food court, which might’ve been why we experienced more teenager traffic …
I was never cut out to be a good waiter. So while I’ve had a number of different jobs, only one of them involved taking orders by hand and picking up tips. Like I said before, I followed a decent manager from a fast food job to a somewhat slower food job. The Pizza Hut …
Only days after my 15th birthday, I did something stupid. I don’t remember just what stupid thing I did, but I remember the consequences. I did the stupid thing and Dad decided that it was time for me to get a job. He didn’t care what job it was, just that I got one. And …
I got my first portable stereo when I was eleven. It was a Christmas present. I called it a boom box, even though it had only one big speaker next to the single tape-deck. Box, surely, but boom was limited. The cassette buttons were on top, as was the volume, but the tuner knob was …
I shouldn’t be so surprised to see so many who wish to graft the opinions of Rev Wright onto most famous member of his congregation. After all, there has been so little opportunity for scandal throughout the Obama campaign. But the accusations of associative racism (or worse, sedition) are manifestly ignorant, not to mention more …
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