Well, it's been some time since I've been here. It must take a lot for me to sit down, pull out the laptop and start writing. Today was one of those days. There are two significant events going on in my life right now. One of which I mentioned in the last post that would be the way I make my living, and the other would be the beauty (or lack thereof) of social networking that we have today. This allows me to "friend" people I have not seen in literally 35 years or so. Good or bad? Ummm - still working on that one.
I have to ask: why the hell do we do this to ourselves? I have a long, long story, but what I'm trying to figure out now is why I allow very uncomfortable feelings to enter in to my life at this stage when I DO NOT HAVE TO. Thus, I think counseling is in order.
Okay, I'm going to begin. Here is 1961.
Arcadia, California. Parents are Joe (shmuck) and Nancy (Angel). Sounds like counseling waiting to happen already, doesn't it?
Bad Joe and Good Nancy get together in 1959 (truly a mismatch any which way you look at this). This union produces Debbie, then Brian, then me in a matter of three years. Debbie is named after Debbie Reynolds during the whole Liz Taylor, Eddie Fisher fiasco. Of course Debbie Reynolds was everyone's angel. Do people even remember that? I do - I loved that era. Debbie was born on October 29, 1959 - exactly 30 years from the stock market crash. Signifcant? No, not really.
I have no idea where Brian came from - my mother must have just liked the name. My brother was born on my parent's anniversary, November 16th. I find that ironic. More on that later. I don't remember any stories relating to this event in their lives. I find that interesting since I've never thought about it before.
My name apparently came from Peter Pan, but I'm really not sure about this. I do know that my father, coming from a very devout catholic family (much on this hypocritical fact later). my mother was told that all of us were to have biblical names or we would not be bapitized at birth. God forbid! Therefore, I was named Wendy Leah (biblical Leah). Debbie is Deborah Lynn (Deborah with the hebrew spelling), and Joseph Brian (enough said).
By the time I was about to be born Bad Joe doesn't even make it to the hospital. I think the story was that they could not locate him in spite of the fact that they were inducing labor because the cord was stuck around my neck. Maybe this is where Tracy comes in to the picture now that I think about it, but that is contemplated many moons from now.
Okay, now to get literary. "JFK and Jackie are moving the nation forward in 1961". My life and my parents are non-entities in the grand scheme of things during this time, and yet much is unfolding. I think that sounds a little pretentious. None of that stuff here.
I'm starting to have fun writing this. Thoughts will be sporadic, but nonetheless interesting.