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Category Archives: history My Uncle R. sent me this photo. He is the family historian I’ve mentioned before. And he has a great deal of patience to find and deliver pieces of history. Like this one. This is my big brother. See how he’s cute? Yeah, still. But more old. And hairy. Just saying. See how he’s probably... Sometimes I tell stories more than once. So stop me if you’ve heard this one before… Once upon a time my smaller, younger family moved to Indianapolis. We found a great little neighborhood to live in, and we bought a cute little house for our cute little selves. The trees were enormous, the mortgage was... I sort of promised you a story. And here it is. Once upon a time, we lived in Oklahoma. No, I am not making that up. We lived there for 51 weeks. And we loved everything, everything about it. Everything. (Except the job.) (And the weather.) Oklahoma is a lovely, wonderful place. As long as... Today, kids, is my 20th (twentieth) year high school reunion. You know that feeling, the one that you catch a glimpse of yourself in a photo or the mirror or the car window and you gasp and go, “Holy stink, when did I get so old?” The answer is Today. (For me. Not for you.... Remember college? I do. And remember that I have an awesome dad? Then and now? So back in the day in the spring of my senior year in HS, my dad took me in to the university registrar’s office (and there’s a long story about the registrar, and how my Grandma Jennie would have rather...  Wow. You probably weren’t planning to see THAT this morning. But here it is – a page out of my long-repressed history. I have an uncle – a really wonderful one – who is an historian. (He’d have me put the “an” in there, I bet. So I did.) He is a pro family history... I’m going to tell you a little story. For no particular reason, except that I was pondering how funny my brother is, and always has been (and how I didn’t think he was all that funny back in the day, but I was wrong). So once upon a middle-school time, I lurved a boy. He... I recently had occasion to tell this story to my Very Good Friend, A. I thought it would be an excellent way for you to waste a few minutes. You’re welcome. Many years ago, my little family moved to Indianapolis. That is in Indiana. See, there’s a clue in the name. (So many times, people... |
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