TAKE THIS JOB AND SHOVE IT – HOUSTON 2005
Aaaaahhh finally, I have reached a point, in my rambling thru life, where I have gloriously arrived at retirement. Oh Lord, how I dreamt of this day. My journey thru the cobwebs of my memory has very much, followed my…
OUR CHRISTMAS 2022 – YOU HAD TO BE THERE TO BELIEVE IT!
Each year at this time, I try to post something related to the Christmas Season. I guess, as time passes, I am less fun to have around during this period. It seems like all of my pent up frustrations and…
THE SURPRISE BIRTHDAY THAT WENT HORRIBLY WRONG
Editor’s note: I must apologize for breaking away from our times in Texas, to bring you a story that flickered by my screen, and that I just could not resist writing about. This is just one example of the many…
JIMBORED RACES TO THE GRAND PRIX – 2003/4
I am now remembering a time while we lived in Houston, where I had the opportunity of a lifetime, twice. This occurred in spring 2003 and was repeated one year later in June of 2004. I was invited to accompany…
THE OLD MAN AND THE FINCA
I guess some of you may have already noticed, that after a long, long, literary dry spell, my feeble brain has now dribbled out another thought. It ends a period where I could not remember why I was writing these…
THE SUMMER JOB FROM HELL 1967 – 1968
I will kick off the New Year 2022, with a flashback to my time after High School, in the summers of 1968 and 1969. My post today, could be categorized as a “memory”, but I have chosen to consider it…
IS IT ALL OVER FOR JIMBO RED? A 2022 RANT.
Here I sit in January 2022, wondering if the old clutch has finally slipped. Ol’ Jimbo Red is in the middle of a complete writer’s block. Or perhaps it is, only, a temporary, lack of inspiration that prevents me from…
AFTER 16 YEARS WE FINALLY GET ON THE CHAIRLIFT – MT. WASHINGTON, VAN ISLE
One bright Saturday morning , as I was minding my own business, Ol’ Bubbaloo says, “come on you old fool, put your boots on, we are going to the top of Mt. Washington. I can see that mountain from our…
DUCK HUNTING IN LAS VEGAS WITH UNCLE J – 1996
This next story is not one that I am proud of, and in many ways was disturbing. However, not all of my experiences were about love and laughter. Sometimes I had real world, down to earth normal traumas to deal…
A LITTLE BEAVER, A VAGABOND, THE RACE AND WHITEWATER – ALBERTA 1994
In one of the earlier articles, about our time in Calgary, I briefly described a different type of business venture, that I became involved in. We set up a company that designed, manufactured and marketed an inflatable, personal watercraft. The…
