Wednesday, October 23, 2013

I Gotta Get Out Of This Place.

Life has really kicked me in the balls lately. I really don't know what to do. All that I do, when posting on facebook, causes more problems for me. I say and do things that I end up deleting or apologizing for. It is hard to face the difficulties in my life and I really don't want to bare my soul to just anyone. I appreciate the comments lately from a good friend. I am here for you, if you need to call. That's what friends are for. I love the internet, yet at the same time I abhor it. What the hell is a guy to do?

Sunday, October 20, 2013

The Day I Broke My Father's Heart.

In the fall of 1968, our family moved to Salisbury, MD. from Delaware. The FCC had pulled my father's license to operate his radio station in 1966, due to equipment infractions that he could not afford to fix. I guess that it was a new start for the family, as both my parents got jobs and they had some cash from the sale of our old house. To the best of my recollection, the day in question was December 25, 1968. After all the presents were opened, I was told that there was one more for me and it was in the trunk of my father's car. While he went to retrieve it, I told my mom that "I hope that it is not a bike". Her face dropped! It was a brand new 20" "Spyder" bike with all the bells and whistles. Now what 14 year old would not be overjoyed with such a present! This one; and I had my reasons. I was not the most outgoing kid growing up. I have always been on the shy side. I had left a small town that I was born in and felt comfortable in, and moved to a city and Junior High School that was not very receptive to new arrivals, especially someone who was less than 5" tall and a few pounds shy of 100. To make a long story short, I was the target of bullies. And the last thing that I wanted was to bring attention to myself with a fancy new bike. I never told anyone this before. I wish that I had explained to my dad why I did not want the gift that he was so proud to be able to give me. Unfortunately, it takes years for some of us to rid ourselves of the ghosts that haunt our past.