August 2012
1 post
Commies Need Not Apply.
Most soldiers either don’t remember their first day of induction into the armed forces or just don’t care to. Well, I’m one of those old soldiers who remembers his first day quite vividly. I was with a group of guys from New York and we were all wondering what was going to happen next. We had all completed our physicals and were sitting in a large room. A soldier marches into this large...
November 2010
1 post
A Day At Uncle Harry's Dinner.
My uncle Harry owned a dinner that I worked in as a teenager. I got my job via nepotism. My Dad begged uncle Harry to take me on as his helper, so that I wouldn’t waste my time playing ball with my friends and hanging out with the neighborhood losers. (Losers, according to my dad, are those kids who always seem to have expendable income and know they are already slated to go to the best colleges,...
October 2010
1 post
Next time....
I always use the phrase “next time” as a retort when I am not sure of doing something. For example, the time my sister called me up one night and asked me why she didn’t see me at our cousins wedding. I replied candidly,
”Because I wasn’t there”.
The next phrase I muttered was, “oh, s**t, you mean the wedding was tonight!”
“Yes, it was tonight!”...
