Two questions guaranteed to get you the polite Umm..okay… instead of the actual Hell No!…
Would you like to see the videos from our two-week trip?
Want to hear about a dream I had last night?
Unless you’re bed-ridden or Sigmund Freud, you could well be stuck for at least an hour getting far too much information on what should have been a five minute conversation under the category, “You really should have been there.”
But with the magic of a $35 do-dad, YouTube and Facebook, I’ve managed to release my captives.
In all of our basements and attics, there are boxes of videotapes, photographs, slides and 8mm movies. I’ve lived in constant fear of losing those treasures to fire, flooding, mold or accidental bouts … Read More… →
On October 11, 19-something, I got a call from an old college buddy. October 11 is apparently National Coming Out Day, a significant day in the gay community when LGBT people come out to someone close to them who doesn’t know. I was shocked–I had no idea. We had talked about girls for hours over beers and “za.” (transl. pizza). To help process the information, I called another friend, who was apparently sitting next to his wife when the phone rang.
Me: “Mike, does the date October 11 mean anything to you?”
Mike: “October 11th? No, what’s special about that date…OUCH…yeah, it’s my … Read More… →
I was doing some vital, long-forgotten yard-work in 1995 when my neighbor Beth yelled across the street, “Happy Father’s Day!”
It took me a minute to realize she was talking to me. Aidan was already a day or two over-due, so officially the greeting was premature. But I smiled and realized that she was right. I was in the club. And someday, if I did things right, my kids would dread that holiday, as much as I did. Jim Walsh was impossible to buy for and it didn’t help that his birthday fell on June 28th, so we needed to double our futile efforts as soon as school got out.
I have taxing memories of Saturday odysseys through the sporting goods and office-supply aisles of … Read More… →
We sat behind a young family in church today–three young kids and two exhausted parents. They had more courage than we ever did at their age, sitting there following the proceedings while two young girls drew and the toddler boy looked over his mother’s shoulder and multi-tasked beautifully–his thumb in his mouth and a finger in each nostril.
The younger girl was dutifully filling out the donation envelopes. In large capitals, over the neatly typed areas for “Name” and “Amount” she wrote, “I AM A CAT.” I was a little disappointed all five didn’t go into the collection basket; it … Read More… →
It had taken me five years to gather the courage to put this thing together. I lied to myself and thought I was ready. I’d converted the wedding video, hauled thirty VHS tapes to school and scanned through all of the footage. I’d loaded up each segment of my father’s life into pretty little categories: Dad, Grandpa, Family, Friends. Each with its own neat chapter on the DVD menu partitioning his life.
Jim Walsh died suddenly in 1997 at the age of 57. And I’d “been the soldier,” to quote my dad’s Uncle Jerry when I called him with the news. After a … Read More… →
My parents were married at Precious Blood parish in Detroit on June 22, 1963. For years, on their anniversary, we’d haul out the 8mm projector and watch the film, hoping that the burning bulb wouldn’t choose that moment to set the precious footage in flame.
We’d gather in the dining room and were unable to stop the film due to the dangerous bulb. Instead, we’d crouch near the screen and point out blurry faces quickly–many of them passed.
With the advent of video I was thrilled to move the footage to VHS, then to DVD and finally to YouTube. The fear of the bulb was gone and now you can just hit “pause” or even use a screen-shot to make a quick photo like below.
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