Where To, Bud?

Sometimes It's True: Things Happen  For A Reason (A Memoir) In 1962, I had been in America (and in Villa Rica, Georgia) for two years and boys my age back then were expected to go out for sports and I was no exception even though I was still struggling with the language and the academics. What English I knew was picked up from my American dad and out of a dictionary, and the syntax wasn't always correct. In school, I was okay for Germany but not okay for America. Math, for instance. Here they began by teaching fractions, in Germany I had just learned decimals; I knew my German history, but not much American. Reading, not too bad. I loved to read and there was the aforementioned dictionary to help with the words. I aced all my spelling tests and even once won a county spelling bee. Guess what - the dictionary again. I had seen those words so many times I knew what they looked like. But back to sports ----- it wasn't that I wasn't any good at baseball a

A good friend and band mate passed away suddenly yesterday. Here's the story from the Atlanta Journal and Constitution . Herb and I were News Directors back in our "radio days", the 1970's. He at Douglasville Georgia's WDGL, and me at Carrollton Georgia's WLBB. We would call each other every morning to see if one of us had a story that the other could use. We used to joke about our use of the word "nearby" to localize the story: "In nearby Douglasville this morning........". Douglasville was about 22 miles away from Carrollton, so it was okay to use the story. On slow news days, we had a running private joke: "In nearby Nome, Alaska this morning........" which meant neither of us had anything the other could use. He and I also worked as "stringers" for the Atlanta Journal and Constitution. If a story was news-worthy for the print media, we'd call the paper and dictate it after having rewritten it for print. W

I got to thinking a few days ago ( I think that's when I was thinkin') regarding my memoirs and my inclusion of them here in the blog, and I came up with the following answer: These will all be my memoirs one day, right? Also, it may help the reader get to know me better, and I believe that's a good thing. By the way, I think that making my blog public was also good in that I have seen an increase in visits/readers, so thanks for that idea, Eileen ! ====================================== ====================================== Sooo. Ever eaten newspaper? I have and it was during the time I lived with my Grandmother in East Germany, which was, at that time still under Communist (Russian) rule. My Mother had contracted Tuberculosis during that time and my American Dad wasn't able to take care of me, so off I went to Zeitz, where my Oma and four uncles lived ----- in abject poverty. I have written before in this blog about our living conditions (3 to a bed, the

Howdy! Sorry it's been a while, but as in real life, when I have nothing to say, I tend to keep my pie hole shut. It's been "same ol'same ol' " for quite a while, but if you know of my daily activities then you are pretty much up to date. Till now. ===================================== ===================================== Some of my friends who read the blog on a regular basis, have told me they haven't been able to "get in" due to my "by invitation only" setting. This has now been changed to "Public View" and my apologies to Eileen and everyone else I inadvertently shut out. The previous setting was because I was getting some mean-spirited comments which I thought could be seen by everyone else, but I had forgotten that I can control the comment content. So D'oh! One thing I need to advise you about: you'll see a menu item advising you you're headed into "adult content" territory and do y