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Posts tagged ‘as the twig is bent’

Back to Wax #34: Hair and gone

September 4th, 2018

The above photo was taken a year ago, right after I got my iPhone and before everything went to shit. It’s a shot of my grandma’s bathroom, an odd choice of subject material but one with a lot of nostalgic weight tied up in it. The bathroom — the only one in my grandma’s home […]

Bag and bored

August 27th, 2018

During my vacation last week, I got caught up in a twitter conversation with Mike Sterling about our primordial funnybook collecting days. At some point, I mentioned it would make a decent topic for a post, so here we are. Most of these memories have been recounted previously across multiple posts, but never as a […]

Sunday drives became a big thing in our house during my early teens. Every week my parents, Lil Bro and me would pile into the family car and head out on a meandering path to some scenic location. Plum Island one week, the Mohawk Trial the next — the destination didn’t matter as much as […]

There were few guideposts for when I decided to “go punk” a few months after my mother’s death. It was a spur of the moment decision made during a fit of melancholy boredom and the need to regain control of my personal narrative. What remained of the scene barely generated any media heat, even among […]

Oh, Joe…

June 12th, 2018

Lil Bro and I were fairly industrious kids when the mood struck us, and one of the manifestations of it was the “piece-together” phase we went through with our G.I. Joe figures. With the help of an eyeglass repair kit purloined from the family medicine chest, we set about “improving” our favorite figures by swapping […]

In the spring of 1985, my mom and dad took us on a Sunday drive along the Mohawk Trail in western Massachusetts. The trip was one of many we took that year as a way of reestablishing ourselves as a nuclear family during one of the (all-too-brief) stretches where it seemed our home life might […]

My introduction to the wonderful marginally adequate world of Charlton Comics came by way of a stray issue of Judomaster passed onto me by Uncle Steven. I can’t remember the issue number or cover date (though I suspect it was a mid-Seventies reprint timed to cash in on the Kung Fu craze) or really anything […]

Due to some weird quirk of my former high school’s scheduling software, the third period AP English class was standing room only while the sixth period one featured a grand total of five students. I lucked into the latter section, which was less of a class than an conversational bullshit session for college credit. The […]

And I never did

March 15th, 2018

The first Toys R Us I ever visited was the one at the North Shore Mall. The mall also housed the only barbershop my grandfather trusted to cut his hair. On the third Saturday of the month, he’d load himself, my grandmother, Lil Bro and me into his oversized tan Chevy and make the long […]

The last starfighter

March 6th, 2018

For the better part of two decades, my retro holy grail was a complete SSP Smash Up Derby car with its gyro-revving “t-stick.” They were a beloved artifact of my early childhood, when I’d send the battle-worn VW Beetle screaming across the linoleum so it could explode in a shower of spring-loaded plastic pieces when […]

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