Memoir: The Thomas Fire, Ventura 2017

Memoir: The Thomas Fire, Ventura 2017

Memoirs take very different forms, follow a variety of paths and themes, and tell a multitude of stories. Usually, they involved the past being brought to the present. Sometimes, however, that past is not very far away and they tell the beginning of a memory. In other...

Memoir: Running Over My Cousin

My cousin, Kenny, was jogging alongside me. I had to pedal slower to keep pace with him. He was ten years old, I was eleven. We hadn’t been friends very long. I’d known him when I was three, so I hadn’t really known him. Then my family moved to Illinois, a little town outside Chicago. Time passed. We saw each other again when we were old enough to remember the visit.

Monday Memoir: The Wart

Monday Memoir: The Wart

I entered two memoirs in the Ventura Writer's Club Memoir Contest. One, Baker, took the second place prize. This one, The Wart, did not win any prize. In a way, I'm glad it didn't. As it is, it isn't a true memoir, because I made up what happened after I was sent out...

Sending My Mind and Memory Back to 1968

Sending My Mind and Memory Back to 1968

This is about the way the John Hancock building looked the first time I saw it, although I first saw it while driving into Chicago on the Kennedy Expressway in June 1968 – shortly after my discharge from the Army. My first two years of high school were just a couple blocks from where the Hancock Building would be. My first year of college was at Loyola University, also a couple blocks away. During that year I often had lunch on the lawn in front of the Chicago Water Tower

Memoir Monday: Gleason

Memoir Monday: Gleason

There have been about ten dogs in my life that have been important to me, but none more important than three Shelties, Rappahonack (our first Sheltie, my daughter's dog), Lujack and Gleason (two Shelties I got at the same time). Gleason was the spunkiest of the three,...

Monday Memoir: Baker

Monday Memoir: Baker

I was about to comment about the four miles between where we were and where we were going when Baker waved his hand in front of my face and a switchblade knife snapped open.

To say that scared me was an understatement.

“You know…” he said in a very hushed voice. “You know, I could kill you, real quiet like.”

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Memoir: After All, How Big Could a Sinkhole Be?

Memoir: After All, How Big Could a Sinkhole Be?

So now, I’m picturing holes with cars and houses in them and remembering the first time I ever heard about sinkholes. I was about nine. The radio newsman was talking about a sinkhole in Florida that swallowed a house and he was making no sense to me.

Radio and Other Bloopers

Radio and Other Bloopers

This blooper video brought back memories of terror, embarrassment, and laughter. Having worked off and on for more than 20 years in broadcasting, mostly as a radio announcer and newsperson, I'm well aware of how embarrassingly funny a blooper can be, especially when...

Monday Memoir: My Shelties Saved My Life

Monday Memoir: My Shelties Saved My Life

“I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your eyes,” the eye doctor said, “I think it’s in your head.” “What,” I thought, “is he trying to tell me I’m imagining it or that I’m crazy?” “There is no problem with your eyes,” he continued. “You have 20-20 vision. I...

Sayings of Caledon Pritz

Not Guessing

“Got my glasses fixed yesterday. I’m really pleased cuz they were cleaned, too. Now I’m not guessing as much when I drive.” ~ Caledon


“I thought the neighbor’s dog finally went to sleep, but apparently, there was still another hours worth of important barking to do.” ~ Caledon Pritz


Maybe you’re waiting for closure, even though you’ve already gotten it.” ~ Caledon Pritz


Life’s a waste of time.” ~ Caledon


If no one applauds when you walk on stage, does that mean you aren’t there?” ~ Caledon Pritz

Being Old

A man is not old until his ears are too big for his head.” ~ Caledon


If you’re not building your own dreams, then whose are you building?” ~ Caledon Pritz

For Some

For some life is a catastrophe, for others it is merely an apostrophe.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Look Out…

“Be careful Mrs. Butterworth, things could get a bit sticky around here.” ~ Caledon Pritz


Don’t let the past steal your gifts.” ~ Caledon Pritz

Caviar or Peanut Butter

A $200 ounce of caviar is no more filling that a 20¢ ounce of peanut butter.” ~ Caledon Pritz

The Day

“Either you run the day, or you run away.” ~ Caledon


Yesterday might have been terrible, but stop fretting about it. You made it to today, and that’s good.” ~ Caledon Pritz


A difficult thing about life is letting things be what they are rather than trying to make them what you want them to be” ~ Caledon Pritz

Life… Again

“Life is 10% what happens to me and 90% what happens to you, or is it the other way around?” ~ Caledon Pritz

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