My Ramblings

Today, July 12, 2013 marks the 33rd. anniversary of Linda and me being married. In 1980, there were people who knew us that whispered we would “never make it.” The primary reason they thought this was that I was too immature to be her husband. That I would fail to support her financially. They believed I was incapable of a long term commitment. On our twentieth anniversary, we happened to run into one of “those people.” She admitted that she was one who had thought this about us. She told us she was sorry for thinking it and said she was happy we had made it to 20 years.  To be fair, even I didn’t think, back then, that our marriage would last because I really was immature and unreliable. But it’s amazing what a guy can do when he has the love and support of a woman like Linda. We had many rough patches in the first years  of our union as well as some all through our marriage. However, we are still standing as a couple 33 years later. I give most of the credit to Linda because of

As many of you have deduced by now, my ramblings here are quite random. This one is no exception and goes back to 1970 or so when I was 12 years old and in school at Walter White Junior High. I have several memories about those two years, one of which involved a pretty 7 th . grade teacher who all the boys thought was “neat” and “foxy,” and some fake vomit. Her name was Ms. Stapp; she was tall, had dark hair and was very nice to everyone. One day, Mark Lowe came to school with a flat rubber mass that looked just like vomitus. I mean, it looked REAL.  Mark dared me to play a joke on Ms. Stapp with the vomit. So, in the middle of the morning period in her classroom, he asked her for some “help” with his schoolwork. When she walked over to his desk, her back turned to me, I stood up, bent over, made a loud upchucking sound and slapped that faux vomit on the floor which sounded like something wet hitting the linoleum. Ms. Stapp quickly turned toward me, saw that I had just puked and qu