Racing Team Huffy!

Racing Team Huffy! Racing Team Huffy! Purple bike, yellow bike, banana seats and V steering bars. On the trail, off the road, across a field and anywhere you want to go. Schwinn’s are for adults and why pay more, I’m racing for Team Huffy, that is who I am racing for. Go Huffy! Let me … Continue reading Racing Team Huffy!

Sam Adam

“Hello Sam. Hello Sam.” Does he mean ‘Sam I am?’ You know, from Dr. Seuss, Theodor Geisel. “Do you mean Sam I am?” “Hello Sam.” Everyday by the beech tree near the cement court in the playground. “Hi Sam.” He knows my name isn’t Sam. I have an uncle named Sam, or rather, his nickname … Continue reading Sam Adam


“I’m not sharing Sharon, of this I’m swearing.” – Jim Stafford, comic country singer-song writer in 1974. Strange how a song lyric can take your mind back in time, like a particular smell can. Stranger still is this song brings me back to a memory of recalling memories, or rather, of not recalling memories. Buddy … Continue reading Sharing


Fink-a-dope, fink-a-dope, fink-a-dope rock. Little Ronnie sang this to the tune of “Jingle-bell Rock”. He called me fink-a-dope after Mohammad Ali’s late career boxing strategy to tire out his opponent by enduring multiple fist blows while he protected his face with upraised fists and his back near the ring’s ropes. “I’m so pretty.” Mohammad would … Continue reading Fink-A-Dope