The Gifted Underachiever

My life so far

Fatherhood: a rough proposition

Mothers have it easy. Their role has been proscribed since the beginning of time. They give birth. They nurture their young. They protect them, feed them and clothe them. Mothers insure their children become educated, go to church and learn healthy eating habits. So what’s left for fathers to do? That’s why being a father is the hardest job in the world. We have no idea what the hell we’re […]

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Squared off

  Working with an eighth-grader on his math homework my brain is aching for a mental salve to ease the pain. There’s been a slight but steady decline of math knowledge since my last bit of formal education. And the math I use on a frequent basis is more inherent than adhering to established educational modes; in other words, I see the answer but can’t tell you how I got […]

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Long live the jester

One of my guilty pleasures was watching the uninitiated experience full-frontal Ronnie for the first time. You never knew exactly what Ronnie would do, but you knew the victim’s reaction would be one of shock, disbelief and finally the realization that he just met someone he’d never forget.

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Heaven-bound on a 5-string banjo

I don’t think there’s ever a wrong time to begin to take a reckoning of one’s life. I’m sure my kids think that at my age my affairs should be in order. So, contrary to past practices I may just start listening to them. Well, if there is one thing that will definitely keep me from getting into heaven it’s that banjo I stole from a nun. Yes, that’s correct. […]

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The real cold shoulder

Remember psychology class in college? I exhibited every symptom of every mental disorder discussed. I was schizophrenic, manic-depressive, anal-retentive – a veritable psycho ward all inside my head. Last April I was given the diagnosis of prostate cancer, so I was still reeling from that reality when a new pain appeared. At first it was just a dull ache in my right bicep, but still strong enough to wake me […]

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