I am in my upper 70s. My legs are in their late 90s. My beautiful Mexican senorita, now senora, Georgina, (Gina), and I have been married over half a century. We have 5 sons, 4 daughter-in-laws, and eleven grandchildren. My wife raised 5 sons and one husband, and now is using her talent to help out with our grandchildren.
I am retired. I have had a great many occupations over the years; but for the last 45 years of working , I had been a union stagehand in the Twin Cities. While stagehands often work into their 80’s, (I knew one in Boston that was over 90), common sense and my aching body told me to get out. I had way,way, too much fun in my youth, getting bucked off horses, getting busted up in football, and getting bounced on the ground at the end of a parachute jump, etc.. If I outlive my 401K, and my bad luck with Powerball continues, I’ll probably be greeting people as I gave them their shopping carts at the near by big box store. But for now, I’m retired.
I never got into trying to hit balls into holes in the grass. Although I lived in the woods and lakes when I was young, hunting and fishing don’t appeal to me anymore. I love fields and flowers, but my knees no longer approve of gardening. TV grows old after you watched the same episode of NCIS for the umpteenth time, and the MN Twins keep losing. I do read and read and read. I always have my Nook within reach. And I write.
All my life I enjoyed day-dreaming, watching people, and writing. More important, my body doesn’t mind my remembering and my writing. This blog is a small example of my writings.
I hope you enjoy reading them half as much as I enjoyed writing them. For the most part they are true stories. Well, as true as I remember. After all, many of them happened a long, long time ago.
OLD HAND – published pieces
STAGE HAND – show biz pieces
NO HANDS – bits & pieces