Yes, as a kid growing up in the 1960’s, I had one of these things—“Frankenstein Loses His Pants.” Frankenstein—actually, it was Dr. Frankenstein’s monster, they got it wrong on the box—would stand on his tombstone with that horrible green face of his and his hands and arms would claw the air and then his pants would fall down and his face would turn red.
The “show” didn’t even last for 30 seconds, but I wanted that toy badly for Christmas one year and got it. Of course on that year, like any other year, I got shirts and pants and socks and stuff I didn’t give a damn about, but I got some other good toys too. My parents and grandparents (AKA, Santa) always overdid it.
Now, “Frankenstein” is gone, but I wouldn’t say long gone. I held onto that thing for a lot of years but it finally got lost in a move.
I’ve said for a while now that Christmas is really for kids. “Frankenstein” was one of my favorite gifts. I told you one of mine—now you tell me one of yours.
I was web surfing yesterday and came across an article about social media. It says, in part, that what you post on any kind of social media site may be used against you in a job search.
Really? I had no idea. Thanks for the heads up.
Kidding, of course. Here, I’ll share the article with you in case you actually do need a heads up on this.
Common sense would or should tell one not to post stupid or idiot remarks on Facebook, Twitter, or any other social media site if one is looking for work. It might be a good idea to not do it even if you do have a job.
Why do people need to be told this? I’m not talking about the readers here. Here, we all have good, common sense.
I shall return on Wednesday.
(Social media graphic found on social media)
Originally published on Facebook—December 6th, 2013.
My father worked on the docks of Schenley Distilleries in Lawrenceburg, Indiana. He would drive there from our small farm which was close to East Enterprise which was 15 minutes away from Vevay. He did this for over 30 years.
One snowy afternoon in the 1960’s, we were waiting for my father to come home from work. We figured he would probably be late because of all the snow we had that day, but we knew his car would pull into the driveway sooner or later. I mean, he always came home, but on that day, he didn’t.
There were no cell phones back then and if he was stuck on the road or in an accident, we would have to wait for someone else to call or to come tell us. My mother was scared but she wouldn’t say it. I was scared too. I wouldn’t say it either.
Hours went by. I remember standing at our screen door most of that night looking to my right and for my father’s headlights. That’s the direction my father’s car would be coming. I would feel upset and sometimes would cry when those lights belonged to another car besides my father’s.
I was standing at that screen door at six o’clock the next morning when I finally saw more headlights. A lump came to my throat. It was my father’s car. He had gotten stuck behind a bad accident coming home but he was now home and my world was safe and secure again.
I haven’t thought of this in over 50 years, but I did today.
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I wasn’t even in the first grade yet, was probably four or five years old. My twin brother and I were visiting our grandparents on their farm just outside of Vevay, Indiana. It was summer and it was hot—too hot to take a road trip to a grocery store in Vevay to meet a woman on a pancake box, but my brother and I had no choice. Aunt Jemima was coming to town and my grandparents were looking forward to meeting her.
To read “Meeting Aunt Jemima,” click here.
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Not that I’m pushing it, but it won’t be that long until I’ll be 60 years old and at this point in my life, there are some things I probably won’t get around to doing. It’s not a big deal—certainly not regrets. Just a few things that aren’t going to happen.
- Skateboarding is probably out. With a quad cane, it would be difficult and at my age I could break a hip.
- Skydiving probably isn’t in the cards for me either.
- I’m not going to get around to meeting writer John Updike. He’s dead. So is Susan Sontag. Philip Roth isn’t dead but he doesn’t know who the hell I am and I probably don’t have the energy to figure out a way to introduce myself.
- I’m probably too old to get a tattoo.
- I probably won’t get around to having sex with a movie star.
- Chances are I probably will never learn how to make my own sausage.
- I may fall in love again—I mean, who knows—but I probably will not marry again and the idea of living with someone—living in sin (kidding)—doesn’t appeal to me either. Consider me a loner.
- I probably won’t get around to ever owning another television.
- I probably will never see Paris.
- I probably will never own another dog. I love dogs, but they need to be walked and I’m not good at that anymore—re: the quad cane.
- I probably will not learn how to tap dance.
- Becoming a rock star, more than likely, probably won’t happen.
- I probably will never have good handwriting.
- I probably will never have decaf coffee again. I mean, what’s the point of it?
- I never did learn how to fry chicken and probably won’t now. I don’t eat it much anymore.
- I probably will never be any good at playing chess.
OK—enough of this.
Please note that with all I’ve listed here, I used the word probably. One should never say never.
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I haven’t had a real cigarette since September 22. I’m still vaping away. In other words, I’m still “smoking” my e-cigarette. I’d be an idiot to turn back now.
When I was a real smoker, sometimes I felt like a second class citizen—people didn’t like it, couldn’t smoke in restaurants or even bars, you know what I’m saying. Now, with smoking an e-cigarette, I’m getting mixed signals as to whether it’s accepted or not. I mean it does look like I’m smoking and it’s confusing people.
I wrote about this for Yahoo Voices. You can click here to read it.
And no, I don’t know who the girl is in the GIF but she does look pretty good with that e-cigarette. She’s just vaping away.
I’ll be back on Thursday.
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I realize I’m usually a little late catching up with the rest of the world. I’m sure you’ve caught on to that fact by now.
Just a few days ago I came across this Scary Snowman bit on YouTube. Apparently a couple guys in Boston have been doing this since 2011. The oldest trick in the book really—simply startling people and getting their reactions—but these guys are really good at it. It’s scary but funny.
They’ve done a bunch of these videos and some are funnier than others, but with each one, I find a laugh or two. I’m not sure what that says about me at all.
In case you’re also late on catching up with things, I’m sharing one of those funnier Scary Snowman videos with you. You’re welcome.