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[...] ;That was Glynda Bernstein, sitting on the stool next to me at the bar in the L-K Motel in Dream Lake. She... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for full links, other content, [...]

   Read PART ONE here.    The manager of the L-K Hotel let us drink cocktails without any grief. Randy and I were sixteen, the gu [...]

Read Part One HERE Read Part Two HERE    Being Randy Howard was not all gin 'n' tonics and waitress girlfriends. He still had high school t [...]

Read Part One HERE Read Part Two HERE   Read Part Three HERE    Everyone tried to talk Randy out of joining the U.S. Air Force. His gi [...]

[...]    Many of you have inquired about Lisa Ann, my long-suffering roommate, so I thought I would give you an update. Lisa Ann has developed [...]

The Pope of Greenwich Village This evening I had the pleasure of watching The Pope of Greenwich Village with my best friend, Phil Mershon, creator an [...]

[...]    My job was to teach English to the Teabaggers. But we'll get to that in a moment. Lisa Ann, my long-suffering roommate, tried explaining to me that... [[ This is a content summary only. [...]

[...]    We buried what was left of Randy Howard that Sunday.     We buried him because no one from his family was able to [...]

[...]     Randy Howard never set out to be a hero. He told me many times how what he wanted--all he wanted--was to [...]

[...] Read Part One HERE Read Part Two HERE    Being Randy Howard was not all gin 'n' tonics and waitress girlfriends. He still had high school to think about-- [...]

[...]    The long-suffering roommate and I have come to something of a meeting of the minds when it comes to our regular [...]

[...]    Many of you have inquired about Lisa Ann, my long-suffering roommate, so I thought I would give you an update. Lisa Ann has developed this neat little trick [...]

[...] was to teach English to the Teabaggers. But we'll get to that in a moment. Lisa Ann, my long-suffering roommate, tried explaining to me that... [[ This is a content summary only. Visit my website for [...]

   The day my father turned sixteen, he bought a 1928 Model-A Ford Roadster Coupe. Though the successor to the more famous Model-T had come [...]

  CLICK HERE FOR PART 1    My father spent thirteen years building the first home in which he and my mother would live. Charles w [...]

Click here for part one Click here for part two     My mom's big breakdown snapped in 1965, when I was in third grade. While some of her re [...]