Category Archives: Memoir

Jimmy Fallon, New Ebola Czar!

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“Jimmy Fallon, the new Ebola Czar?”  Yes!  Jimmy Fallon! Ebola Czar! OK, no, not really. But as of yesterday, Jimmy Fallon and Ebola Czar were the top trending words in America. And as a new…

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My Scar Stories

I ♥ Vermin (but They Don’t ♥ Me) Dictionary.com defines vermin as “small animals that are troublesome to man.” Bunnies, raccoons, foxes, chipmunks…they’re all vermin. But, aww, I mean, just look at ‘em! Heck, I even think rats are cute. … Continue reading

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Octoberfeast

We adopted Cincinnati as our home in 2005. The Germans adopted it in the mid-1800s. In fact, by 1850 the number one spoken language in Cincinnati was German. And the number one beverage was beer. Not surprisingly, it’s now home … Continue reading

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Greedy Love

As of today, my wife Trudy and I have been married 32 years. I’m greedy for 32 more. Last week, without premeditation, we revisited many of the places that live in our memory. We’d flown to L.A. from our current … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Getting My Wisdom Removed They’re called wisdom teeth because they emerge when we reach adulthood (late teens to early 20s) and are now officially “wise.” Yeah, right. How many wise 18-year-olds do you know? How many wise any-year-olds do you … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

Fun House of Pain My fingers have every reason to think I hate them. I cut more chunks out of them than I did any actual wood when I whittled as a kid. (“Note: Carve away from us, not towards … Continue reading

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My Scar Stories

The Mother of All Calamities When I hit 13, I was old enough to go on a YMCA Caravan. Caravans were cross-country trips in which two leaders and a dozen barely-teen boys would pile into a van and head for … Continue reading

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