She was my great aunt. She was married to Bill Hinton who owned a trucking business and who apparently made quite a lot of money because they had a huge house slightly outside of York, PA with a huge basement, a chord organ in the living room, a pottery studio, and most importantly, the pool!Continue reading “Remembering Aunt Catherine”
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List My Work History
Buckle up and get your reading glasses–this is a long one. Recently someone insinuated that, since I spent my life in academia, I didn’t know anything about working real jobs. (It was phrased in terms of never wearing steel-toed shoes.) So I thought I’d compile a list of all my work experiences in and outContinue reading “List My Work History”
Mental Jukebox
You know how you sometimes get a song stuck in your head (“earworm”) for a day or so? Eventually they go away or get replaced by another. Except… For the last couple of months I’ve had three songs on shuffle in my head. That in itself is not out of the ordinary, but these particularContinue reading “Mental Jukebox”
One Really Bad Purchase
When I was a young teenager, I was really into cars. We would go to the Thomasville airport to watch the NHRA drag races (from a distance, at the end of the runway). I subscribed to car magazines and devoured them. At one point I even thought I might go to Vo-Tech and learn toContinue reading “One Really Bad Purchase”
What’s Your Passion?
I know a lot of people hate their jobs. And I’m sorry for that. A line I used to say to people was: “I love my work, but I hate my job.” There are times when being a college professor could be very annoying, But the most important thing about that was that I didn’tContinue reading “What’s Your Passion?”
Ah, Freedom! (Non-Political)
A story I mention in my memoir, Immaculate Misconceptions: Tales of Catholic School: in the sixth grade I had a nun named Sister Ada. She was quite old, and at times, when perched on her stool behind the lectern, she would stop talking, pause, and then belch audibly. After another pause, she’d say, “I’m sorry,Continue reading “Ah, Freedom! (Non-Political)”
Down On Your Knees…
The title of this post is a line from a Christmas carol. It’s also a suggestive line from Madonna’s “Like A Prayer.” But, foremost in my mind, it’s an imperative from Catholic grade school—and it found its way into the repertoire for nun methods of torture. Incidentally, one of our nuns in grade school usedContinue reading “Down On Your Knees…”
Hand Me the Whiteboard…
Every time someone starts an in-depth explanation of something, or I need to explain something that requires a variety of steps, I ask for “the whiteboard.” I assume at that point that only a detailed diagram will be able to provide any sensical explanation. I always needed a whiteboard when I covered one of theContinue reading “Hand Me the Whiteboard…”
The Premiere Premiere
This past weekend, StoryZ presented our first live theatrical production: Gentle Larceny, written by the late Terry Hamilton who, I’m told, was a Broadway bartender with aspirations of being a successful playwright. The subject of this one-man play was Wilson Mizner who seeks fame—or infamy—through his monologue. Is he telling the truth, embellishing, or outrightContinue reading “The Premiere Premiere”
5000 What?
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence? “It all started in a little 5000 watt radio station in Fresno, California.” That is of course a brilliant start to an autobiography, but it wouldn’t be mine. It actually comes from Ted Baxter, the pompous anchorman character on on The Mary Tyler Moore Show from theContinue reading “5000 What?”
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