I have a confession to make.
I didn’t watch Walter Cronkite every night. I watched Huntley and Brinkley.
Walter was my man on space missions that’s for sure. But, every night?
Huntley and Brinkley.
I had a little ‘thing” for … Read the rest
Time It Was
I put my small Sony black and white 13 inch TV in my blue mustang and drove to work over the Oakland Bay Bridge on a brilliant sunny day with my donuts, coffee and cigarettes. I didn’t inhale. No kidding. … Read the rest
“Goodbye, Everything”
She saw me swimming in the full tide from the living room window. The sun was going down and she had her pajamas on. When one is three years old, bedtime on a summer’s night often looks like daytime.
“Pappy!! … Read the rest