It was 1993 and I was getting the 6-month service done on my new home in the Maryland suburbs of Washington, D. C. A large fellow was there to do the work. I told him I was getting my first dog soon and tears filled his eyes. He told me: I'll never get another dog. His dog had recently died and his remembering him brought tears to his eyes.
As I had planned, I picked up my first dog that year. I named him Ambrose for Major General Ambrose Everett Burnside of Civil War fame. The Gener
Did you every hit a golf drive perfectly? I did and that is the last time I went golfing.
My experience with golf was limited to par-three courses. On those courses, usually less than 200 yards a hole, one used an iron to get to the green and a putter to finish the hole. I could use irons and putters but any club with wood at the end of it and I was lost.
One Summer day during college break, I went golfing with two friends on a par 72 course. It wasn't my idea but I decided to gi
Years ago, there was a horse track called Brandywine Raceway just off of Route 202 in Delaware. It closed in the 1990s and now it's a shopping center and housing development. Brandywine had a lake in the infield and I think its remnants are right here. Standardbreds raced at Brandywine. That's harness racing where horses race with a sulky in which the driver sits. Standardbreds have 2 different racing gaits--pace and trot. Pacers move the front and rear legs on one side of their body forwa
About 20 years ago, I wrote the following entry for my commercial site and I always wanted to touch up the language a bit. The title Just Call Me Johnson, is a take-off on the comedy sketch Don't Call Me Johnson which is still funny. In reading this entry, remember in the 1970s, personal computers and mobile phones were still in our future. So here is, as it happened: Just Call Me Johnson!
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In 1971, when I first moved to the Washington D. C. area, I lived in Greenbelt, Mary
Sometimes, you wake up in the morning and you just know it'is going to be a bad day. I've had those days, but until July 2018, I never had a bad month. At the beginning of July, my air conditioner died. Of course, the next couple of days were in the mid-90s and so was the inside of the house. The air conditioner was replaced on July 3. Then, on July 4, my hot water heater declared its independence and died. That was replaced on July 5. By Monday July 9 everything in the house was working-
In January 1980, I purchased a 1979 Datsun 280ZX with the Grand Luxury Package of options. The color was called Champagne/Mahogany which is a rich brown body with a lighter brown hood. Among the options were cloth upholstery and aluminum wheels. Of course, its name is Brownie and it sits in my garage with antique plates on it. In the 38 years that I have owned Brownie, I have never seen one like it until . . . .
On Tuesday of this past week, I drove to the Y in my daily driver, Betty.
The most important document that my parents left me is a copy of my Paternal Grandparent's marriage certificate. It is important because of time, place, and purpose.
Our families all have given us some bit of oral history concerning their life and origins. My father often told me the story of how his parents met each other and married. As I remember it, my grandfather was a shoe salesman in Italy who lived in the flat lands. One day he traveled into the mountains to sell shoes and met
In 1992, I bought my first house. A year later I bought ny first dog--his name was Ambrose and he was a black miniature poodle. In 2010, after nearly 17 years, Ambrose died. Of course, I decided to never go through the death of a beloved pet again and told myself I would never have another dog. Yeah! After about a month, I start looking on the internet and saw an image of this incredibly cute little black miniature poodle. His name was Blue Jay. Of course, I decided to visit the breeder i
When I was 7 years old, I would walk to the 4-foot deep level of the local lake and stand on the lake bottom with my nose just above the water. Because of that, my Father called me 4-foot Bob. Unfortunaely, I couldn't swim. One day, as I walked to the 4-foot level of the lake, I lost my footing and went below the surface of the water. After flailing about for a bit, I regained my footing and slowly walked back to land. That was the end of 4-foot Bob; that was nearly the end of my life in th