by Michael Adams | Jun 25, 2010 | Uncategorized
We weren’t out of Maryland when it began. “Are we there yet?” Suzie called plaintively from the back seat. That would be repeated an aggravating number of times by the poor bored souls enduring the torturous ordeal of the back seat. If you were in the front...
by Michael Adams | Jun 20, 2010 | Uncategorized
We moved out of that big blue house on Mechanics Valley Road to a drab cramped officer’s quarters at the Bainbridge Naval Training Station. I don’t think we lived there very long because I really have to rack my brains to think of anything half memorable...
by Michael Adams | Jun 9, 2010 | Uncategorized
Down in our basement we’d mimic the Beatles just like they were on Sullivan. I made replica guitars out of cutout cardboard accurate in every detail complete with knobs, frets and strings, coloring them in with pastels from my Jon Gnagy art set. I used...
by Michael Adams | Jun 1, 2010 | Uncategorized
It’s weird how things seem to reoccur in families a generation later. We repeat the same mistakes of our parents or we inherit habits, ticks and physical traits not apparent until we get older. I didn’t think of it until I wrote about the memory but my...
by Michael Adams | May 23, 2010 | Uncategorized
My best friend, Wane Dean, was the first kid I knew who had a copy of “Meet the Beatles.” He called me right away after his mother brought it home for him. I ran as fast as I could along the icy road to his house because that was a big deal. “I Want to Hold your...
