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09 Thursday May 2019

Posted by David in Family

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We called my grandfather “Pop”. He seemed, when we were little, to be a big man and I guess he was.

He was a carpenter, cabinet maker and furniture maker. He made antique reproduction furniture at a company called Biggs Antique Furnture. He also built houses with my great uncle, Allen, his brother. He built two of the houses we lived in growing up. At one of them, he lost two fingers at the second knuckle in an accident with a power saw.

His family called him “Charlie”. His first born son was Charles Joseph , Jr, Dad. They called my father “Junior”. My brother was Charles Joseph, III. They called him Charlie Joe

Pop was a very gentle, almost serene man. He had the ability to calm children down. Once my sister got upset about something. He picked her up, placed her in a chair, and put a cool compress on her forehead. She never forgot that.

He didn’t talk much. Once my younger brother and Pop drove to Florida. He didn’t say much the whole trip. Maybe when it was time to stop for gas, he would say it was time to stop for gas.

He smoked Pall Mall Cigarettes. They were “King size” unfiltered, and came in a deep red pack. The tag line in their Fifties era commercial was “Outstanding… and they are mild.” He smoked cigars, too. Cheap ones. His idea of an expensive cigar was. an Antonio y Cleopatra Grenadier. I still have cigar boxes of the kind he smoked. He smoked a pipe too. I didn’t save any of his pipes. I think I have a Borkum Riff canister of his, but it might have been my elder brother’s.. That was Charlie Joe,

On Sunday, Pop got dressed up to go to Church and stayed dressed up all day. Men did that then. Blue collar men that is. During the week he smelled like sweat, tobacco, and sawdust all combined.

He smelled like a man.

Cleans Up Good

19 Wednesday Jul 2017

Posted by David in personal grooming

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I have reported about my weight loss for several weeks. Sunday I tried on one of my “skinny suits” and it fit! So I tried on a jacket and trousers that I had not worn in years. They fit too.  For the AA meeting today I wore my jacket and tie. The immediate response and running joke at AA when one shows up dressed up is, “How did court go today?” Or “What time is the funeral?”

But I dressed up just for fun. And wearing a jacket and tie is almost comfortable when not required to be worn. 

So anyway, here is the lame-ass selfie I took.

Out of curiosity, are any of you ladies out there sexually attracted to men wearing suits and ties?

Parting Company With A Character

15 Thursday Dec 2016

Posted by David in Sacrifice, self-indulgence, Uncategorized

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books, clothes, Honesty, image

One disturbing truth about my life I discovered in sobriety is that I hide who I am in personae I create. I project intelligence, compassion, and amiability, but, truth be told, I possess limited quantities of the qualities. I am really just a scared and needy little boy in a 65-year old body.

At the heart of projecting these images are the clothes I wear. I buy clothes to cultivate my self-image. The consequence of this is that I have bought a lot of clothes, more than I can possibly hope to wear. They take up space. Since I’ve been recovering from the fusion, the clothes that I wear most often are at the top of a storage system of three plastic tubs. Like an iceberg, I have  used only the top of my clothes iceberg. Time to say good by to clothes I won’t ever hardly wear,.

Next in the parting with an image is gleaning an accumulation of books. Some books belonged to my brother, some to my aunt, my cousin, my father, my uncle. Most of those stay. The ones that can go are classic books that will never go out of print, those I can find at a library or on Kindle.

Almost 20 years ago, part of my “image” was pipe smoking. I enjoyed smoking, but I did not enjoy the coughing, discolored teeth, and smelly clothes. So I quit. My recent activity is a resumption of my abandoning of a false image of who I am.

I’m just another one of God’s children.

Pax.

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