http://blogbros.mikimojo.com Wed, 08 Apr 2009 10:17:35 +0000 http://backend.userland.com/rss092 en That mystic scent is in the air, that primal provocation from out of the earth itself, that tells me even at my age to dig out the bag of marbles from wherever I put it last year and, with that intense ardor native to childhood, polish up the catseyes and ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=146 We grew up in a US time when horses were still used to deliver milk and baked goods, and collect recyclables (generically called 'rags' back then)... It was a slow time, when summer days were a week long, and to get from Saturday lunch to the starting bars of ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=136 You've got me there, Bob (see previous post); but as I've been saying more and more frequently lately, it seems to be the names that go first. That means I've got a lot of nameless faces floating around in my head these days, but I've learned to cherish the memories, ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=111 Hey Mick, got a question for ya--Remember Chark and Lilian Van Buren, who lived across the street from us and VFW Post 6776, had a then supercool salmon and gray Chevy (1950? another question) and their son X one night hit a turkey on the dartboard at THE dartboardly ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=110 We know how it is, we elder superheroes.We know because we remember. That's what it's all about, in the end: remembering.We remember how it was-- sure, we used to move at the speed of light, but we didn't let it go to our heads too much, that was the key: ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=109 room one:It was not that I was a bad child, but it was clear early on that I seemed to have a gift for mischief. Consider, for instance, the quiet summer morning in 1944, a day when my father was probably busy taking out machine gun positions in the forests ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=108 Today, I shall briefly address that deep and timeless puzzle of life that involves growing up as a young boy (in my case during the 1940s-50s), going to a favorite movie theater on a Saturday afternoon at any time of year and there having to sit through the disgusting sight ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=107 Jesus, it suddenly hit me, they were all down there in that basement, just after the war and the survivors were home, the spring of '46. Even now I can hear the yakkety-yak, the striking darts, the cackle and gab, smell the beer, deviled eggs and cement dust, perfume, cologne, ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=106 In the fall of 1963, I was a young airman stationed at Griffiss Air Force Base in upstate New York. I had recently returned from a tour of duty just outside Istanbul, Turkey and the Rome/Utica area just didn't have quite enough magnetic pull to keep me in town on ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=105 Dad kept the Luger up in the attic in a box he never opened, as far as I know, but other than that he would never have a gun in the house. He never hunted, never bought a gun, never allowed us to have guns, not even BB guns, never ... http://blogbros.mikimojo.com/?p=104