Childhood Magic: The Hill with the Rock

I grew up in a ranch style home in Bowie, Maryland. The yard was large, and contained a big hill in the back. In the winter, our family and neighbors would go sledding in our yard, until before long, the entire neighborhood was partaking in the fun. The toboggan was filled with adults and children…

My Precious 45 RPM Records (are in the box)

Last night my parents dropped off a box they found while cleaning out their basement. They brought it to me, and I was surprised to see what was inside. Obviously, if you either (a) follow my blog, or (b) know me personally, you know that I LOVE MUSIC and always have. As a kid, I…

Once Upon A Time, There Was Stevie Wonder and 8-Track Tapes

In my room as a teen, I had a stereo. It consisted of a receiver with a turntable, two speakers, and an 8-Track tape player. I’ve always loved music, and my weekends were often spent writing down each of the songs Casey Kasem played during the American Top 40 Countdown. And when that was over,…

What Davy Jones Meant to My Childhood

*** Just as Marcia Brady had a crush on Davy Jones, so did I. Watching The Monkees on Saturday mornings was a big part of my days as a child; I loved all the members of the band, but none of them as much as Davy. Sadly, we lost our “Daydream Believer” today at the…