"Women - can't live with 'em, can't stuff 'em in a sack." - Larry, "Newhart"
I began the era of the late 1980’s with one thing on my mind: collecting autographs. 1985 saw a renewal in my interest of the fine art of the famous signature. While I had really began my collection in 1980 at the Hollywood Sons of the Desert convention (click here), and then took up the hobby again in sixth grade (under the influence of my school teacher) – it wasn’t until 1985 when the hobby really began to take flight.
My Dad and Vicki picked me up yesterday and we headed to Denise and Aaron’s house in Columbus (after we headed to Burger King and headed for a coronary). We spent a nice afternoon visiting with them and baby Adam who was at his cutest. Also the Cincinnati Bengals lost in an incredible game in which the teams put a combined score of 90 points on the board.
Adam was mostly happy during the visit, but took a few breaks from smiling, laughing, and cooing to fuss, eat, and take a couple of brief naps. I finally located the missing mid-1980′s photo album that I desperately needed in order to begin my late-1980′s postings on this site. Denise and I were enraptured for a while in figuring out when certain pictures were taken since somehow they were inserted in the album completely out of order. Read the rest of this entry »
Following our daylong trip to Savannah (which followed two trips to Plains and Americus and one to Warm Springs), Ashleigh and I were pleased to be able to take a few hours of our Georgia trip to just sleep in, relax, swim, and take in a few sights leisurely.
An unexpected surprise was the nearby location of President Woodrow Wilson’s boyhood home, just a few blocks over from our hotel in Augusta. So after the world’s crummiest home-cooked buffet, Ashleigh and I swung by the hotel, picked up Bob and headed for the historical site. Read the rest of this entry »
I am very fortunate that I had a long and meaningful relationship with both of my Grandmothers. Both were sweet, simple, and unfailingly giving. My Grandma Range (seen with my Dad and me at right) is my Dad’s Mom. My Mom’s Mother was known as Grandma Murphy. Read the rest of this entry »