I don’t discuss regional politics and this post is no exception, but something has come to my attention that makes me shake my head.
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Visit Stephen Hayes’ blog Chubby Chatterbox for excerpts from Hayes’ memoir The Kid in the Kaleidoscope, a collection of observations about growing up in the Fifties, Sixties and beyond. The Chubby Chatterbox is an unabashedly sentimental journey seen through the eyes of an artist, traveler and world-class screw-up.
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I’m sure Sheriff Andy Taylor was at the malt shop teaching manners and lessons in civility to kids, and I’m sure I saw Gomer and Floyd walking around.
Local newspapers got wind of the story. I’m all but certain calls to the newspapers could be traced to our phone. A scandal ensued when...
Most of the Catholic kids in Killarney Park lost interest in God after their First Communion. The exceptions were those of us who decided to become altar boys.
Many families in Killarney Park were Catholic, including mine, so it might seem strange that in 1960 my mom decided to do battle with the Holy Catholic Church.
When I was thirteen I went with my dad to fetch a pizza from a place up the highway. It was hot in the pizzeria because of the huge oven so I went outside to cool off.
Mrs. Chatterbox and I have been married a long time, and like most couples in lengthy relationships we’ve given each other many gifts.
This painting, parodied and reduced to paint-by-number, has been reproduced and hung in millions of homes over the decades. Type the words Blue Boy into Google…
I learned at a tender age that life isn’t fair, some things don’t live up to their hype while others seemed designed to fool you.
This is either another skirmish in the war between men and women, or another example of what a bad person I am. You decide. Books have…
Have you ever noticed the large wall decorations flanking the podium in the US House of Representatives? They’re called fasces; the word derives from the Latin word fascis, meaning bundle.
Cultured and sophisticated people are a different breed from Joe Six Pack and the other plebeians on the street. The world is their playground and they cast a larger shadow than average people.
Check out Colonel Sanders, whose face has sold tons of delicious but greasy and heart stopping chicken. Madison Avenue has narrowed Sanders’ chubby face and rolled back the clock.
I purposely never became a certified gemologist from fear it would compromise my ability to sell them, I nevertheless studied these stones and feel competent to discuss them.
It’s a sad fact that I was a lazy kid, but at a tender age I noticed my brother wasn’t asked to do nearly as much around the house as me.
The last time I openly bought marijuana, Jimmy Carter was in the White House. Pot smoking was so common I remember attending a Rolling Stones concert at the LA Forum and forty thousand people lit up at once.
Recently, I was having a conversation about passwords and online protection with son CJ. He told me a few interesting stories about passwords when he worked for the Registrar’s Office
That Christmas I’d given Mrs. C. a red leather jacket that looked stunning on her. Since we were soon to leave for Italy, a land famous for fashionable leather, I decided to buy my wife a high quality matching purse.
Mrs. Chatterbox’s parents moved to Portland when CJ was five years old. They wanted to be near enough to play a role in their grandson’s life,
Some of you might not be ready for Christmas to be over, so here is a fictional piece I wrote that was inspired by an after Christmas trip to the mall.
I want to take this opportunity to wish everyone a Happy Holiday Season. Your wonderful comments, along with your support and encouragement, have meant so much to me this year.