One More Story About Tom & Seeing Hayley Mills In-Person!

It was in November of 1965.  I was 14 years old but a late bloomer and immature for my age.  I loved Disney movies and in particular anything with Hayley Mills.  I had seen her previous films as often as possible.  Then I heard that she was to attend the premier of “That Darn Cat” in Detroit at the now gone Ford Auditorium. I wanted to go more than anything I had ever wanted.  I saved money from my paper route to pay for the ticket.  Now I needed someone to go with me.  I was hopeful but my request was a tall order.  For whatever reason Mom was not interested.  But Tom said he would do it.   I was thrilled.  For weeks I fantasized about meeting Hayley Mills.  Of course that was never going to happen but I was a 14 year old with an imagination.   I had my… Read More…

How Tom Changed My Life

 Tom was the brother who made me laugh.  Life was sort of serious growing up and Tom could always be counted on to be funny in the face of difficulty.  I loved him and wish I could have been closer to him.  This is the story of how  Tom changed my life.  You might ask how is that possible considering the vast distances between us.  Well, it was Christmas time 1968 and my mom wanted to come to California and spend some time with Tom and Jan as they were preparing for the birth of their son Brian. Tom was stationed in Point Arena Air Force Station in Point Arena California, which is a small town north of San Francisco about 100 miles. Jan’s due date was December 25th 1968 and the physicians decided that because of a heart condition that they would attempt to induce labor before the baby… Read More…

November 22, 1963: A Seventh Grader’s Loss of Innocence

  Saturday was to be the day that my Mom and I would move out of the house my family had lived in for eight of my 12 years. The large three-story home which had held within its walls a family of eight and all that that entails had grown too large.   Dad was gone and gradually the family had dispersed as families do. Now it was just me and my Mom. She had rented the bottom of a house across from the University of Detroit. She worked there managing the bookstore so the location made sense. The local Catholic school was Gesu and run by the Jesuits who also ran the University of Detroit. I had been attending school since the first grade at Precious Blood, a  middle class parish with several thousand families within its boundaries.  I was in the 7th grade when mom decided to move. … Read More…

From Russia With Hate: Not Tuning-In 2014 Winter Olympics

The following was originally posted on Joe’s blog at this link. If you follow my blog you know that I rarely comment on current events and mostly am guilty of reminiscent wool gathering. I have also stated that I am not content just writing about the timeline of our marriage. But, what is going on in Russia needs to be addressed now and regularly until the Winter Games and beyond. The persecution of LGBT people in Russia is horrifyingly similar to the gradual evolution of the Jewish holocaust led by Vladimir Putin an ex-KGB thug.  He knows what he is doing. Find a group of already disenfranchised people and make them the enemy. It starts slowly. Rights are incrementally removed. In this case they are using the old favorite of our own anti gay crowd. ” We must protect the children.” Who will protect the gay children? You are going… Read More…

The Place where High Tech meets Mad Magazine

 When I was a kid about ten, I picked up a copy of Mad Magazine.  I even remember which one it was.  We lived in the house on Steel at the time. Anyway, the tradition was passed down to another generation and Kevin became the keeper of the flame.  I am sure he will expand in the future.   Anyone who knows me knows that I am a computer geek and techie.  I have been that was since I was a kid.  I listen to a podcast on the TWIT network called “The Giz Wiz”.  The podcast are available on video as well as a traditional podcast.  The person who does this podcast is Dick Debartolo, “Mad’s Maddest writer.”  He is responsible for many of the movie spoofs.  He is hysterical and his gadget reviews have had me rolling on the floor.  Dick has been writing for Mad for over… Read More…

“The Easter Bunny’s Problem” by Melanie McAleer

Note:  Here’s a holiday poem published by my grandmother, Melanie McAleer, in the 1940’s–posted by her son, Joe. The Easter Bunny’s Problem Once a rabbit had a problem, and it wasn’t very funny, You see he was the special, one and only Easter Bunny, And he had a special duty to get up at break of day On every Easter morning and give Easter Eggs away. Something like old Santa, once his journey had begun, Of the million little children, he never missed a one, Yes, this was Bunny’s happy boast. ” I never missed a tot, And no one lives who dares to say I was lazy or forgot.” Oh, very gay and carefree was that special Easter Bunny Until he had a problem, and it wasn’t very funny, One day his special helper, a sort of bunny spy, Discovered that Old Sly Fox had stolen all the dye…. Read More…

“Reporters Apology” by Melanie McAleer

The following poem was written by Melanie McAleer (posted by her son, Joseph Maguire) REPORTER’S APOLOGY (after viewing a Senior Womens’ Tennis Tournament) I was sent on this assignment, Nothing promised to be duller, Without the thrill of homicide Nor a fight for race or color; I wondered why my editor Had given me this task, But being true reporter I went, and didn’t ask; After all a Senior Woman Was a female with a shawl, And I couldn’t quite envision her Connecting with a ball; Now I’m not a chauvinistic male And I have an open mind, Still I learned with great amazement About the strength of womankind; The strength of serves and smashes And a stamina non-quitting, No sign of brace or bandage On the hardy who were hitting; And fearing I’d be challenged To try out their gentle sport, I just poised my pen in tribute And… Read More…

“Saturday Night at the Movies” at the Walsh house on Ward

When I was about 13, I lived with my Mom by the University of Detroit across the street from the basketball arena. Back in those days I was the babysitter of choice for Ann and Jim.  I used to give babysitting gift certificates for Christmas.  Apart  from that I was paid the going rate.  The truth is, I would have done it for nothing as I always loved interacting with Jim and Ann and the kids.  Jim would pick me up and I would grab Kilroy my cat and we would drive over to Ward St.  On the way we would stop by Doyle’s liquor Store.  Jim would get me some Coke and a really big bag of Cheetos.  We would arrive at the house well after Kevin and Katie were in bed and asleep.  I would sit in front of the TV and watch “Get Smart” and then “Saturday… Read More…