By Rick Ryckeley
By Rick Ryckeley
This story was written almost 50 years ago but actually only made it down on paper just last week. Swirling around in my head in the distant fog, a childhood memory was jarred loose and brought back to the surface by a recent event.
Early in the morning when no one else is awake or late at night after the children are put to sleep, I collect bags and shoeboxes full of them.
Quit, give up, or surrender. No matter how you say it, I’ve had enough and I’m doing it.
Growing up at 110 Flamingo Street, Dad used to say, “Winners never quit, and quitters never win.” Now that I’m an official quitter, I’ve got news for Dad: He was right.
You just don’t mess with the routines of babies or old folks. That’s a fact. They get really cranky really fast if you do. Of late, I’ve been called all three – a baby, old, and cranky. Unchanging and predictable – been called that too. Just ask The Wife.
After what has seemed a lifetime of giving the wrong presents for Valentine’s Day, this year I’m proud to say we got it right. And by we, I mean The Wife and me.
Perhaps the greatest thing about being a kid is simply being a kid. Unfortunately, most don’t realize it at the time — they just want to grow up as fast as they can. I should know — I was one of those people.
The doors of the university library opened just as a gust of wintery wind howled across the main concourse. An invisible frigid hand reached through the opening and turned pages of magazines and newspapers stacked on the front desk, startling the student attendant.
They say doing the same thing over and over but expecting a different result is the definition of crazy. Don’t really know who “they” are, but yesterday morning that’s exactly what I did.
Someone once said, “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me.” Obviously that person never spent anytime growing up on Flamingo Street.
Well, here it is again — that old familiar feeling. Just when I think I’m big and important in the world, I suddenly realize just the opposite is true. Now, this may not be the most positive way to start the New Year, but at least it’s honest.
If you have children 12 years old or younger, chances are you’ve seen the hit Disney movie “Frozen” about a gazillion times, and rightfully so. It’s quite possibly the best kid’s movie of all time.
If asked, most folks will say they have traditions surrounding the holidays unique only to their family.
Ask any parent. There’s just about nothing better than watching a child’s face on Christmas morning.
Parents, awakened early, are dragged out of bed and pulled down hallways by children excited to see if Santa actually stopped by their house during the night.
With just three weeks left to shop for all those important Christmas gifts, there’s no need to worry. You can now mark me off your list.
Last week I received the one gift that I’d been wishing for all my life. Yep, yours truly got to meet the man himself. I got to meet the real Santa!