PELE’ THE MEXICAN SOCCER PHENOM 2005
In the summer of 2005, shortly after our retirement in Calgary, I receive a call from my friend/associate in Mexico. It had been a while since we had been together, however, we were often in touch. Sale (pronounced Sal e’…
THE WANDERING GYPSIES BREAK FOR FREEDOM 2005
After a long hiatus, a devastating period of writer’s block and a dose of literary constipation, it is now fall of 2023 and I feel a loosening of my (bowels), read “mind”. My shaking old fingers, feel ready to attack…
BUSTED IN SCHOOL MID SIXTIES
My next article comes from the deep recesses of my aging mind and takes me back to my high school days, circa 1965. The memory was triggered by a conversation with my eldest boy D1, over Easter. We were “chewing…
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 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…
