Growing up on Antilla Court I realized early on that I had two things in abundance: time and dirt. Time, because two hours to a child feels like two days to an adult; and dirt, because ours was a dead-end dirt road that was surrounded by trees.
autobiography
Nanas and Nicknames
Remembering Nana today on the seventh anniversary of her passing at age 103.
Baseball
When we were kids Dad would listen to ballgames on an old transistor radio that he hauled upstairs from his workbench. It was a tan rectangle with an oversized dial backlit with an orange glow. He plugged it into the kitchen socket and ran the radio out to the picnic table on an extension cord. […]
Family Vacation
“How will we know when we get there?” I asked from the back seat. “What do you mean?” my Mom replied. “I mean, will it be different?” She laughed. “You mean, will it look different?” “Yeah.” “No. It will look much like home.” “Oh. OK,” I said, more than slightly disappointed. I sat back and […]
