It was just after 5 a.m. and only had one neighborhood to finish. Delivering newspapers is a crazy way to make money but if you had enough customers it was worth the effort. Sundays were the worst with all the ads and extra sections; I just couldn’t be done fast enough. The first street I […]Read More Whatcha doin’ boys?
Living in Ohio all my life I grew comfortable with the changes in weather. Autumn brought chilly air that turned frigid in November which was predating a cold and snowy winter that lead into the cool and comfortable spring in preparation of a very humid summer. This was the annual cycle of life with the […]Read More Snow job
It was the summer of 1974 and we were in the middle of a lazy Saturday afternoon game of horse at our house. As is usually the case when playing horse, the crazier the shot the better; and if the shot was made, well, you were bound to inflict a letter. The game had finished […]Read More My newfound respect for the weather
Three of the four sides of our school butted up to homes. The back view was industrial then farm land. Looking at the front of the school one wouldn’t even think there were a fuel distribution company and a rubber plant right behind it. The high school’s Industrial Arts building was back there as well […]Read More It’s alright miss, I’m with the Safety Patrol.
Up the alley adjacent to our house was where Marty and his family lived. He was close to two years older than me and his siblings were all aged just enough differently that I didn’t do a whole lot with him or his family. However, on occasion we did play a few sports together when […]Read More Evel Knievel comes to Eden Street
Growing up with two brothers, I know, I know, I have three brothers, but Monte came along when I was in junior high. I’m talking about me in grade school; a family with 3 kids, boys especially, went through clothing quickly. And I’m not talking about wearing them out, I mean outgrowing them. It’s not […]Read More Is there gonna be a flood?
Our home in Attica was built in 1965, I believe. It is a testament to craftsmanship and a dedication to hard work. Mom and dad helped build it to keep costs down and after only a few years they owned it outright – they were both in their thirties – not many people can say […]Read More I hate snow
In the 80’s dad started an interest in dune buggies. The local Lutheran pastor, Malcolm Brook, was one of the town welders that started building these fantastic beasts and dad, always interested in cars, was along for the ride. One of the other local dads that was in on this was Alva Sutton, the president […]Read More My, how I haven’t changed
The east side of our property was along a roadway that originally ended at Jimmy’s driveway. The property on the other side of that road belonged to Nick and Muriel who lived just to the south of us. Eventually, Nick had a stone road put in that cut through the field then turned left to […]Read More Motorcycles and Dune Buggies
Our home for the first few years of my life was surrounded by fields of corn, beans and weeds. Once we moved to Attica we were surrounded by homes…and a field. To look at the area today you might think not much has changed; however, in reality not much has changed. From our house if […]Read More The Creek