P. A. M. A. FILES: “Florsheim Shoes!” Part 1
It’s six-thirty in the morning. The air is misty with a crispness that is typical of an early Fall day in California. The morning air is redolent with the aromas of coffee, bacon, eggs, and toast wafting from the school Mess Hall. A few Robins perched on trees call a greeting to one another joyously. …
“King of Pain!”
It all started with a pain in the ass. I had turned thirty years old and abruptly my body began to experience troubling aging sensations. Twenty-year-old friends started teasing me about my arrival to “Middle Age” – to which I responded with my middle finger. “I ain’t that old,” I grumbled. Yet my body begged…
“Gettin’ Pantsed in College”
Corduroy Pants? No Thank You, I prefer wearing denim jeans. Even today I can’t bear to look at a pair of corduroys without feeling a stab of anxiety and despair. My guilty secret, my private shame is an untold story until now. Being older gives a man a sense of perspective and perhaps a bit…
4th Grade Facts O’ Life Part 2
So on a warm Saturday afternoon, I walked to the Los Gatos Public Library. Somehow, I found in the aisles a very large book entitled “Repo-Production.”It was a very old and large textbook that smelled like dirt. “Oh Boy, this must be it!” I thought. Not wanting to be caught at looking at stuff i…
“No Pancakes for You!” A Breakfast Story
It came as a shock to us all – the day my Pop received his transfer to California by United Airlines. The Old Man a die-hard East Coaster was heartbroken – he didn’t want to leave our home in beautiful Alexandria and move to chilly San Francisco. But, if he wanted to continue being a…