I am a Good Old Days contemporary and am here to say it wasn’t just no sex. I’m afraid there also wasn’t any dope and and there wasn’t much rock and roll. Teendom in the 50s was a sad darn thing, I’ll tell you. Don’t know how we made it thru. Also, no mobile phones, … More Those Good Old Days
I’m due to attend a meeting of a non-profit next week. they think I know how to get them in the news and I like what they do. But it reminds me: I was working for a non-profit, doing some movies, and sat in on their Board meeting to make a report or something. Group, … More Dope for the little ones
We did a renovation thing on the apartment by the Bay. Hired a recommended tile guy who turned out to be Cuban. Not his parents or relatives, born there. He sent Michel to lay the stone– and a lovely job too. Michel is from Chile. (Op. cit) The crew that moved the bearing wall so … More New World View
He was my apartment mate in Chicago when we were both going to school there. Older, wiser, much more sophisticated. John L and I hooked up and agreed to get the place, moved our boxes of stuff in, and I took off for a weekend of fun elsewhere. Sometime during that weekend John’s girlfriend jumped … More ‘K’ for ‘Killer’
Went in to see the doctor, Alan G, whining about a list of ache and pains. This and that. Alan listened to the whole complaint and said, ‘Tom, nature doesn’t care about you anymore.’ Jesus, Alan! ‘Yup, it’s all gravity and desiccation from here on out.’ Great. So that very evening, by wonderful coincidence, I … More Bedside Manners
Bit ago I got my first big boy glasses, prescription ground, wire frames. Frames cost a bunch. Couple hundred bucks. Time passed. Significant wife complained mightily about my alleged snoring and I submitted to laser treatments on the soft tissue at the back of my mouth. Hurts. Another story. Cost a bigger bunch than the … More Time for Single Payer
Tom DeVries 