Saturday, August 4, 2012

More Of Mark's Stories Not In My Book

When I wrote Fishing, Ghosts, and My Mother’s Gray Hair, I put together as many stories as I could remember at the time. Since then I’ve remembered a few more that I’ve decided I wanted to put into my next book, but found I don’t have enough to write another book. Like most things in your life, one memory triggers another memory which triggers more memories. So as I’ve thought about the stories from “Fishing, Ghosts, and My Mother’s Gray Hair” and I put the new stories into separate chapters and will put them out here as separate posts. 

Like “Fishing, Ghosts, and My Mother’s Gray Hair”, this is about the same sixty plus years with adventures in Wisconsin, Florida, and California. Hopefully with these stories I can relate the rest of the crazy and stupid things I did while growing up, as a young adult, and as a grown man. Just for good measure I’ll throw in some more reasons why my mother’s hair turned gray and some family stories. 

There will be times while you read these that you’ll wonder “What the hell was wrong with him? What was he thinking? Is there something wrong with him?” That’s OK; you have my permission to think that way because when I look back and wonder the same things about myself. 

Like the book, I’ll be talking about some places that don’t exist any longer, and in doing so, I’ll try to give you a perspective of what the place looked like then and where it is in relation to that place today. A lot of changes have taken place as the years roll by, but only if you’ve been there do you remember what it once was. If you’re a Geezer like I am then you know what I’m talking about. If you’re young, look around. Is it the same as it was five or ten years ago, probably not.

About thirty years ago I started a novel in the fictional hero mode and it’s still around stuck in limbo for now, but I’ve found I like telling stories better if they have a “real life” feel to them. So this time instead of sitting in a comfortable chair and fastening your seat belt, get a cup of coffee or an adult beverage and let’s look at some more stupid things I’ve done and I still, to this day, wonder how I survived this long or at least why I’m not sitting in prison somewhere. Don’t be alarmed, I didn’t kill anybody or anything like that, but I know someone who did and we’ll get to that later.

Keep in mind that some of the stories I’m relating are from my memory and if anyone detects any defects in them, they are what my memory serves me with and that alone. Once you’ve read a few of these, if you haven’t already purchased my book, Fishing, Ghosts, and My Mother’s Gray Hair, maybe you’ll want to get a copy just to see what other stupid things I’ve done. 

I’ll spread these stories out in between fishing adventures. After all, this is a fishing blog.

Stay tuned.


  1. I am a Geezer, and I know what your talking about.

  2. Mark, You're a funny interesting guy and you ask the same questions all of us geezers ask. How did I live through that? Carry on my friend, I'm waiting to see what memories you trigger.