As a child, my bicycle was the ultimate feeling of freedom. It was pre-helmet days and I loved the wind in my hair while riding down the sidewalk feeling the bump of each new section. Bump-bump, Bump-bump, Bump-bump. Because it…
On Monday evening my family shared a nice dinner with my parents. As the meal came to a close one of my children asked the adults to tell an experience from when thy were young. My mother volunteered the following.…
Big Yellow Tonka Truck! Can you remember that? I loved my truck. I grew up in a suburb of Ogden, Utah, called Washington Terrace in the early 70s. I can still remember the address 288 East 4525 South, Ogden, Utah.…
A few weeks ago I was sitting with Tomie dePaola in a hotel in Los Angeles. He asked those of us at the table to relate embarrassing experiences that we have had. As always my mind went blank. So two…
