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Category Archives: Harry Stories
Take Me Out To The Ball Game
The crowd erupted, a full-throated cheer echoing off the steel columns supporting the upper deck above us. I turned to my father, asking, “Why’s everybody excited?” He pointed down at the field. “Kluszewski’s coming out,” he said. Seven years old, … Continue reading →
Give Me A Head With Hair – III
I graduated for the fourth, and last, time, in 1978, from residency, and prepared to enter the Real World. We moved from LA to Utah. After a winter skiing every day in the local Wasatch mountains, I undertook a search … Continue reading →
Give Me A Head With Hair – II
Class pictures from Kindergarten through third grade show me with very short hair, sometimes long enough to lie flat, sometimes bristly short. My father had grown up having his hair cut in his family’s ranch-house kitchen in eastern Montana during … Continue reading →
Give Me A Head With Hair — I
March 18, 2020…For a week, it had been one “WTF?!?” moment after another. Sports leagues shut down. Colorado abruptly closed its ski areas. The French stopped eating in restaurants, even on the sidewalk. Schools closed, universities sent students home. Microsoft and … Continue reading →
Judy Be Good – Part I
The ’62 Dodge Lancer was red, the color of a sports car, with a thin strip of white beneath the side windows. A single line from roof to rear bumper (no stolid trunk for this car) signified speed, and like … Continue reading →
Transistor Radio
In 1956, Frank Robinson first appeared with the Cincinnati Reds, our hometown baseball team. The Reds played in a small bandbox of a stadium, a miniature version of the Brooklyn Dodgers’ Ebbet’s Field. It was confined by the irregular streets … Continue reading →
Backyard Engineer
Some guys are shade tree mechanics; Harry was a backyard engineer. He couldn’t help himself. He had studied science and engineering at the Naval Academy, then when he was mustered out due to failing eyesight, he finished up at Creighton … Continue reading →
An Engineer And A Jock
Harry was an engineer and a jock. I never knew which came first, but he seemed to give equal credence to the values of each. As I was growing up, he seemed to spend equal amounts of energy trying to … Continue reading →
Broken Toe
I broke my toe this morning. As soon as it happened, I knew. When I was about seven, I thought it would be fun to jump from half way up the stairs, click my feet together twice, and see if … Continue reading →