Category: ShortStory
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Tangled up in Blue
Tangled up in Blue by Bob Dylan Early one morning, the sun was shiningI was laying in bedWondering if she’d changed it allIf her hair was still red Her folks, they said, our lives togetherSure was gonna be roughThey never did like mama’s homemade dressPapa’s bankbook wasn’t big enough And I was standing on the…
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Junior Year Part 2 – Memoir Continued
Junior Year Part 2 – Memoir Continued Toward the end of the school year, I tried out with the choir director, Mr. Meyer for my senior year. I also brought in and sang for him, To the Evening Star from Tannhauser by Wagner, which I sang at the City Auditions after Mr. Meyer approved and…
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1964-65 – Junior Year Part 1 – Memoir Continued
1964-65 – Junior Year Part 1 – Memoir Continued Orchestra rehearsal, first period: Seating was being assigned for each of the orchestra’s sections. In the violin section, we were moving up the seniority chain, and the first and second chairs were up for grabs. Both Guy and I thought we’d be sitting one and two.…
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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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