Goofy Dad Stories (6) – Woodleft! I do realize that I can be a man of few words. Which sometimes is not enough. One of my first clues was in Newburyport, Mass., right after the Larson family had moved into a 150 year old half-house on Boardman Street. This was in the early 1980’s, and …
Goofy Dad Stories (5) – The Bat Man There I was, minding my own business, innocently lying in bed late at night, window open, sweating because of the mid-summer heat in our bedroom that didn’t have air-conditioning. This is in our Newburyport, Mass. home, stacked right next to our neighbor, not more that 10 feet …
Goofy Dad Stories (4) – Two Unfortunate Dates I had two dates with young ladies that turned into a real mess. Literally. Date #1 – I was in the 9th grade, and I liked this one particular girl, so I asked her to go for a walk, a nice innocent walk. There wasn’t much going …
Goofy Dad Stories (3) – The Finger in the Door A few years ago at a little K-8 school in Arlington, Virginia, called Rivendell School, I was performing my usual role at 3:00 p.m. I was safely conducting students into waiting cars and the welcoming embraces of expectant parents and drivers. I had fully realized …
Goofy Dad Stories (2) – LOL All right, I ask you this… Who gave permission to some Master of the English Language to arbitrarily change the meaning of a long-held acronym? Did some textual linguist just die and go to heaven and change what LOL means? Who gave this person the right to do that? …
Goofy Dad Stories (1) – Coffee and Creamers. Once upon a time, when I was a busy and distracted educator, I stopped quickly at the local 7-11 on the way to school. The time was 7:00 a.m., the place, Falls Church, Virginia, the educator, preoccupied. After all, I had grade reports to write, curriculum to …