Month: June 1995

  • long way to new apartment

    “We could come down with the van and help you move your stuff,” I offered. My son was moving from New Orleans where he had recently graduated from college to Austin, Texas for his first job. “I’ll keep that in mind, but I really want to do this by myself. I’ll rent a vehicle.” I…

  • Musical beds

    The air conditioner was not working, when the game of musical beds began to the accompaniment of ceiling fans. Big Bear said, “My bunk bed is too hot. I’m sleeping on the couch.” He flopped under the fan for the night. Middle Bear said, “No draft, I can’t breathe,” and took a mattress from Big…

  • Bike riding, you never forget

    I said, “Let’s walk around the block each morning.” She came into my bedroom next morning and said, “Okay, Mom, we’re going for a bike ride.” “Bike ride!? What am I going to ride?” My bike has needed fixing for 13 years. “One of the guys’ bikes.” I looked at her dubiously, the guys have…

  • Foreign exchange

    All we did was cross the border into Canada and we were rich! The rate of exchange at the time we entered was $1.40 of Canadian to one American dollar. Not bad. Prices at the fast food franchises listed the same as those in the States. But then there was that confusing stop at the…