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.
Stay tuned.
I am a Geezer, and I know what your talking about.
ReplyDeleteMark, 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.
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