Category: Commentary
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The Circle Game
The Circle Game by Joni Mitchell Yesterday a child came out to wonderCaught a dragonfly inside a jarFearful when the sky was full of thunderAnd tearful at the falling of a star Then the child moved ten times round the seasonsSkated over ten clear frozen streamsWords like when you’re older must appease himAnd promises of…
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Sophomore Year – Memoir Continued
1963-64 – Sophomore – Memoir Conrtinued Guy started his freshman year as I started my sophomore. We were both in the first period orchestra rehearsal first violin section. I sat 3rd chair violin, and he sat 5th, with Ellen Zahoric sitting 4h, right next to me, sharing a music stand. She was the city prosecutor’s…
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My High School Journey Begins – Memoir Continued
My High School Journey Begins – 1962 – Memoir Continued Admiral King High School in Lorain OH. It was brand new and opened the year before I started. So ours would be the 2nd class to graduate, completing all four years there, the class of 1966. I took Algebra in summer school so that I…
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Jr High Orchestra and Choir – Memoir Continued
Jr. High Orchestra and Choir Jr High was also my introduction to Orchestra and Choir. I don’t remember who the Orchestra director was, but the Choir director was Mr. Tully. I was a middling violin player and, for those two years, had a crush on the lead violinist, Antoinette Antinopolis. But nothing ever came of…
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Jr High School Years – Memoir Continued
Jr High School Years Each school year, Boy Scout and Girl Scout representatives would visit the schools and encourage the students to join. That was also true in elementary school. Dad gave us all a choice. We could join Scouts or the YMCA. He highly recommended the Y, explaining that he could get a family…
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Father’s Day
I had a visit with my Dad on Father’s Day a few years before his death. This poem is the result of that visit. I wrote it that night when I got back home. So, it’s about 20 years old now. Father’s Day Sitting at the kitchen table (Dad’s desk), I flick the lighter and…
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Lady in Black by Uriah Heep
Lady in Black by Uriah Heep She came to me one morningOne lonely Sunday morningHer long hair flowingIn the midwinter wind. I know not how she found meFor in darkness I was walkingAnd destruction lay around meFrom a fight I could not win Ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ahAh, ah-ah-ah, ah-ah-ah She asked me name my foe…
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Nana and Grandpa Boo (my paternal grandparents) – Memoir Continued
Nana and Grandpa Boo – Memoir Continued I can see them both in my mind, but don’t remember much about their personalities or habits. One thing that I do remember, important to their descendants, is that they were both diabetic and had to take insulin to control it. Sorry, but that seems to be part…
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Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued
Second Attempt at 3rd Grade – Memoir Continued We moved into South Lorian, which was only a few miles from where we had lived on East River Road. Dad rented the right-hand half of a side-by-side duplex on 31st., three blocks from the main entrance to U.S. Steel’s National Tube Division (It was USS/Kobe the…
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2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued
2nd and 3rd Grade Trauma – Memoir Continued While living next to the farm, much to my chagrin, I was inadvertently educated in the inhumanity of my spiecies toward others. I witnessed a pig being slaughtered, hung up, gutted, and drained in the entrace to the farmer’s large tool shed. It was a gruesome experience…
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