Every so often I dream about my childhood. If I'm lucky enough to recall my dream the next day, no guarantee, 40 year old memories are unlocked. Suddenly I remember people and events I haven't thought about since I was 8, or 11. If I have time I jot down a few sentences, just scribbling, an attempt to preserve my new memory.

New memories are suspect ( Read more... )

I never knew calling 911 meant you'd have eleven people in your house, 9+1+1. And they don't arrive in the order you necessarily need them. The cops showed up first but the closest ambulance crew had been on call so it took them much longer to arrive. The fire engine got there second. As our pants-on-pants-off conflict raged on, firemen walked into ( Read more... )

In the early winter of 1990 it seemed to snow every day. We had several storms and many dustings in January. The temps remained near or below freezing. Snow was piling up. My driveway in Cranston, Rhode Island was a tunnel, a wall of white on both sides. We could barely open our car doors in the narrow passage.

The due date for my second son was ( Read more... )

Armand's nose never stopped running. He was a gross kid always swiping his sleeve under his clammy nose. During the occasional truces we'd have to play baseball against the Pawtucket Rats no one would use Armand's glove and you always wiped the bat clean of his boogers if you came to bat after him.  I swear he had a booger pitch where his slimmy  ( Read more... )

There are RR tracks 1/2 mile from my home. When I first moved to AZ I loved the sound of the 5am coming through town.  It became my alarm clock during the mild seasons when I can sleep with my bedroom window open. As a kid I always slept with my window open and my bed near the window. I could hear the trains, police sirens in the distance and the ( Read more... )

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I lived on Turner Street in South Attleboro. Massachusetts. If you did a satellite web search you'll see the RR tracks that run along side Turner Street.  On the other side of the tracks was Pawtucket, RI, the city I was born in. Those tracks were the northeast corridor ( Read more... )

THE HOKEY POKEY SABOTEURS ( Read more... )