A Place for Remembering and Changing

It is about time you found us. We have been waiting for you! Please make yourself at home as we conjure up some memories for you about the “good ole days.” Did you have an Aunt, Uncle, Grandma, or Grandpa who loved to share his or her memories? Weren’t those times enjoyable as the past was connected to the present? Have you ever gotten lost in a story, a movie, or even a song that took you back to a specific time, place, or person? If so, you have found the right place for remembering.

However, if memories are all that you are looking for, this is NOT the right place for you. What you will find here are real life anecdotes designed to show you that Blacks and Whites are quite similar but unique. You will be challenged to put aside ignorance which causes preconceptions and stereotypes. Don’t worry. You will not be scolded or preached at. In a subtle fashion, you will discover and remember what you already know in your heart. This site will allow you to put your life on pause and then cause you to be refreshed by your reflections on the “good ole days.” Perhaps this site will even help you improve your perception of racial issues in America. Please enjoy.

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The story revolves around two people who lived during the same time, roughly 1950 through the present. The setting is the Detroit Metropolitan Area. Now available on Amazon!

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Gag me with a spoon

GAG ME WITH A SPOON: A Valley girl phrase used as an exclamation of disgust Over the years, my good friend Denny McMahon and I would “disgust” each other by texting the name of or a phrase from a song that could “gag” us. We have had a lot of fun with this trying to...

Winter Wonderland?

Those of us who live in the north, Michigan to be more exact, have developed a sense of humor about the weather. If we didn’t, we would end up assuming the hunker down posture facing the elements with our teeth clenched and expletives emerging from our steamy breath....

The Battle with Childproof Packaging

How did he die? Didn’t he have his nitroglycerine pills in his hand? Those pills would have surely saved him! And so it goes . . . Childproof, foolproof, theft proof, you name it proof. All packaging has now become a worthy opponent that takes power, ingenuity, and...

Dee-troit Basketball!

UPDATE: The Detroit Pistons are moving back to downtown Detroit in 2017 but read all about my memories of them in the 60's and 70's. --- The crowd at the Palace of Auburn Hills really gets into it when the announcer starts chanting “Dee-troit Basketball! Dee-troit...

Ah, Are You Digging on My Grave?

Thomas Hardy, a British author, wrote this poem in the mid-1800s. I read it a hundred years later while teaching English at Oakwood Junior High in what was then called East Detroit, Michigan. If you think this is going to be a mournful blog about death, you may be...

Footsteps Part 1 vs. Fingertips Part 2

In 1963 at the Apollo Theater, 12-year-old Little Stevie Wonder amazed the audience as he entered the music world and has not stopped wowing audiences with his unique style. As we all know, an even greater intrigue of Stevie’s is that he is blind basically from birth....

I Don’t Get It! – Mock Drafts

GUEST AUTHOR: FireHawk I ran into a guy about 30 years old recently who said he loved NFL mock drafts. Huh? Now he’s a nice kid who unfortunately doesn’t have a job so maybe he has time to read that gibberish. Mock Drafts – If you collected 100 of them, NONE would be...

Mom’s Mad

Whether black or white, male or female . . . no matter. We have all realized that if our mother is angry, we all suffer. Now, this blog isn’t about anti-motherhood, far from it. Usually, mom had every right to be mad based on a variety of precipitous situations. We...