Saturday, March 31, 2012
Friday, March 30, 2012
James Clark, that's a name that still gives me chills. We grade schoolers were all terrified of him. Funny, he was only known as James Clark, not James or Clark. We'd keep a quarter in our pocket just in case we'd run into him. He'd always come out of nowhere.
Me and one of my buddies were walking up 52nd street. What a nice day. Out of nowhere poofs James Clark. "You got any change?" "No." "Oh yeah, do some jumping jacks." I don't know what was more embarrassing, doing jumping jacks and jingling like a piggy bank or being a reject fitness spectacle in front a some school girls who were walking by. He'd take all the money and then "slide" you for lying (hit you in the head). Great, he's got ethics.
He also had great aim. Greg and I were going to the movies one afternoon, POOF! It's James Clark. "You got any change?" This time we ran. We stopped to see if he was still chasing us. I turned around to look and WHACK!!! I got smacked in the face with an egg. I think he was a half block away. Where the heck did he get an egg?
Thursday, March 29, 2012
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Like I said, my career was over.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
Maybe I liked elementary school because of the near-by candy store. All those jars and wrappers and colors.
Mary janes, tootsie roles, frenchies, and red licorice wheels, beaded neckless's, Sugar Daddies. candy buttons, cigar bubble gum. etc. Squirrel nuts were my favorites.
Or maybe I liked elementary school because bullies wore brogans. They were easy to detect. One sight of those shoes, you'd run in a different direction.
Everything changed in Jr. high school. :(
Monday, March 26, 2012
Most of us grew up playing a lot of the Parker Brothers board games, particularly "Monopoly". Oh the fun. Oh the long hours and the annoying cousin who would always win. Another game we played a lot was a game called "Blacks and Whites", circa 1970.Very similar to Monopoly, with a few not so subtle differences: Whites started out with a million bucks, blacks one hundred thousand. Whites could buy property anywhere, blacks could buy only certain properties. Blacks collected less money for completing a lap around the board, etc. We didn't know or care at that time that the game was designed for educational use. It was just a game we had fun with. Interestingly, no one wanted to be black. Better role those dice and pray : ) Take a look:
Sunday, March 25, 2012
Saturday, March 24, 2012
I'm sure in some cultures eating chocolate covered bees, ants and grasshoppers are a delicacy. In our house these special treats were truth retrievers. Red, green and yellow foiled wrap cubes. "Who made the mess on the back porch!!??" Long pause. We were handed a cube. "Greg did it mom. Greg did it…" "Mick did it. Mick did it" The green cubes were the crunchiest. :(
I have two sisters. When those cubes were in the house, there was no way they were going to tell a lie.
Friday, March 23, 2012
When his day was done he'd return to the house and funnel all the paper through the window into one of the coal bends. My brother and I would live for the moment to jump in the piles a paper and look for comic books. He'd eventually tie up the paper into stacks. He always rewarded us with jelly beans. I love jelly beans : )
Thursday, March 22, 2012
It wasn't as bad as some cases get, but it would get in the way sometimes. Being late because you have to go through this protocol before leaving the house OR ELSE.
I went on stage once, it was the biggest show of my life at that time, opening up for huge act in NYC. I was so afraid to appear to be 'showing off' (because something bad will happen if I do) that instead I had one of my worst guitar performances. I've learned to live with this. The good thing is, it keeps me humble.
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Monday, March 12, 2012
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Friday, March 9, 2012
- That's not what she said, but that's what I heard. I'll never, never, never be late for a Jr. prom again, not even in my dreams.
Thursday, March 8, 2012
Since it was red, it probably tasted good. I couldn't resist. I broke it in half and put it to my mouth to drink. All I remember is I woke up in a hospital and was fed gobs of butter. I had a fear of thermometers for a while.