The Rise and Fall of Me – ch. 10/20

Thanks again for tolerating the re-posting of this series. “Have a beer.  Don’t cost nothing.” – John Blutarsky ________________________________ Chapter 10:  Starting Over, Again At 37-years old I was completely on my own for the first time in my life.  I had met my ex-wife when I was about 19, so she was my first…

The Rise and Fall of Me – ch. 10/20

Thanks again for tolerating the re-posting of this series. “Have a beer.  Don’t cost nothing.” – John Blutarsky ________________________________ Chapter 10:  Starting Over, Again At 37-years old I was completely on my own for the first time in my life.  I had met my ex-wife when I was about 19, so she was my first…

The Rise and Fall of Me – ch. 11/20

I’ve been told that I’m good at leaving “cliffhangers.”  I agree. ____________________________________ Sneaky Bastards Are Everywhere When we left Part 10, I had again been fired for something unfair, in my opinion.  Yes, I was in a strip bar, not a crime, but teachers are treated differently than other people I guess.  Yes, I was in…

Why I Don’t Like Christmas

 reblogged from last year – because over 2,000 followers didn’t know me then.  and if you did read it last year, it’s a little different, in a bad way. Click “Like” if you want, but I prefer you don’t leave a comment. _________________________________ There’s only one day of the whole year that I truly hate,…

The Rise and Fall of Me – ch. 10/20

Thanks again for tolerating the re-posting of this series. “Have a beer.  Don’t cost nothing.” – John Blutarsky ________________________________ Chapter 10:  Starting Over, Again At 37-years old I was completely on my own for the first time in my life.  I had met my ex-wife when I was about 19, so she was my first…

Why I Don’t Like Christmas

 reblogged from ’09 – because you’ve never seen it Click “Like” if you want, but I prefer you don’t leave a comment. _________________________________ There’s only one day of the whole year that I truly hate, and it’s not one that I should hate.  It’s Christmas.  For about a dozen years I’ve spent Christmas Eve doing pretty much…

Revelation One

Let me preface all this by saying that at no time will I reveal my ex-wife’s name.  I must state that because I don’t want to hear her accuse me of publicly embarrassing her.  Not so.  She’s doing a fine job of that herself.  Names have been left out to protect the inno-.  Well, names…