by Michael Adams | Sep 6, 2010 | Uncategorized
My sister Karen disliked the Spanish teacher, Mr. Kissler, because he was a smart ass — Hijo de puta (son of a bitch) who had a habit of saying rude things in Spanish to you if you happen to be the last kid arriving for class, or would mock you if you...
by Michael Adams | Aug 29, 2010 | Uncategorized
For the umpteenth time we were in another school. You never got used to being the new kid in town. It wasn’t easy having to fit in. Everyone else had best friends already, longtime friends or a circle of friends. It wasn’t easy and downright uncomfortable at...
by Michael Adams | Aug 22, 2010 | Uncategorized
Joe and I smuggled my dad’s golf bag into the back yard, dug a hole in the top tier of the backyard and marked it with a rag tied to a dowel rod. We practiced pitching up the grade and putting through the long grass into the hole. As always happened when we...
by Michael Adams | Aug 10, 2010 | Uncategorized
The mid sixties were pretty bitchin. Besides skateboards and Schwinn Sting-Rays, muscle cars like the Mustang and the GTO rumbled through the streets. For the maturing baby boomers, Miniskirts, pantyhose, turtlenecks, big curlers and Diet-Pepsi were in...
by Michael Adams | Jul 13, 2010 | Uncategorized
Our next-door neighbor, Mike Harper, was kind of a surfer dude in attitude… blond, rowdy and always looking for a good wave. He didn’t make it to the beach that often, but could skateboard down a hill like no one in the neighborhood. He also had a cool blue...
