Short, tall, true, and semi true tales about a young boy growing up in upstate New York.
My brother should really be in on this discussion, but since he has nothing to do with this blog other than to bust my fucking balls, I’m afraid it is I that must confess to the crime of the century. When I/we was/were about 8 years old, I/we killed my sister’s hamster and started a […]
OK, it is time to fess up. I realize it has been approximately fifty five years from that fateful day, but I feel a great need to get it all off of my chest. Officer, I don’t know why I did it! I just had this crazy mad need for famosity and prizes. It all
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The only pizza place in town was a little take out joint called Gloria’s Pizza. The pizza that was produced here was to be the standard by which all other pizzas would be judged. It was the benchmark, baseline, and foundation against which all future pizza makers would be compared. My memory is not perfect,
I don’t see anyone flying them anymore, kites that is. The most probable reason is that we are all obsessed with sitting around on our fat arses, living vicarious lives on sundry electronic gadgets. You may doubt my conclusions, so let us assess the data. From 1940 to about 1980 there were around ten or
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Nothing is more traumatic for a kid than losing a pet that he loved. I will herein attempt to recount just such an event in the creator’s life, with a few side trails down the path of psychoanalyzing the American teenager’s brain pan. This is the story of a black and brown mongrel mutt that
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Back in the 70’s, kids were allowed to engage in all sorts of pyrotechnical activities with no supervision and with little or no repercussion. We could walk into any hobby store and buy Estes rocket engines, various flammable liquids, dynamite fuse, and Testors glue. No one asked us if we were 18 or 21. No
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A cool nickname! That’s what we all wanted. In my neighborhood, we had Stringbean, The Big Shoe, King Phlegm, Ollie, The Great Luigi, Melvin, Duck, Monty, Punkinhead, and Booger Flansberg. There were probably many more, but my memory ain’t what it used to be. In this installment, I shall recount the eventful life of one
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I dunno why, but bats were greatly feared by every kid, and most adults. Probably one too many Dracula movies, or possibly it was that goofy Dark Shadows show that seemed to be all the rage at the time. Our greatest fear was that the bats would land in our hair and bite us, resulting
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Every school day morning at 6:30 AM sharp, a cornucopia of video eye candy flashed across our little black and white television. For about 30 minutes we got to watch a couple of Popeyes and a Three Stooges episode or two, whilst we sucked down some dipper eggs, toast, bacon, and juice from a plate
Mister DeLilli was the greatest teacher that ever lived. He was our 6th grade teacher and, I am sure, made an everlasting impression on every kid that ever walked through the door to his classroom. I must herein confess to an event that, although Mister DeLilli probably does not recollect the details, was to scar
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