So I'm walking across the parking lot past Wal-Mart, on my way home from Trader Joe's when I hear a beep... beep... beep, beep, beep... beep, beep... At first, I'm thinking it's a car alarm. Some kids in the apartment complex next to mine used to have fun running...read more
Boom! It sounded like an explosion and felt a little like one too and it hurt. It's something I'd never done before. I walked into a sliding screen door once and into a sliding door twice, but never to the point where I hurt myself. There’s a video currently going...read more
Many of my friends go to car races often. A couple of them could be considered big fans of the sport. I'm a pretty big fan of baseball, football, hockey, basketball, and even golf. I bowl in a league at least once a week. I even pay some attention to soccer and...read more
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...read more
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 Towerread more
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.read more
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.read more
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,...read more
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...read more
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...read more
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.”read more
Sayings of Caledon Pritz