AMERICAN Pride

Welcome Posts Contact On Memorial Day each year I’ve made a habit of writing a quick, yet grateful, reminder of those I’ve known who served this great country. I am forever grateful for the sacrifices made that afford me the freedom to write what’s on my heart. But...

THE RACE THING – Part 8

My “The Race Thing” experiences now lead to lessons I learned in church. I was raised a Catholic. This was yet another area in which my parent’s, especially my mother’s, thinking was segregated. Church meant Catholic church and no other. I quickly wanted...

THE RACE THING – Part 7

As I believe I’ve stated earlier, my parents weren’t hateful people. They were just segregated in their thinking, due to the environment in which they were raised and the era they were born into. My dad was born in 1917, mom in 1923. My dad was a conductor on the...

THE RACE THING – Part 6

When I came back from California I moved into a party house. I was an alcoholic who gravitated toward the same. There I reconnected with a guy whom I had once shared an on again, off again, dysfunctional relationship. We’d known each other for years and drank together...

THE RACE THING – Part 5

Getting back to it… Life was eventful, but for many years I had few memorable experiences in relation to the race thing. I stayed in Indiana for a year or two, then moved to California for a year. I moved in with a childhood friend who was a career Marine. He was like...