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Michael McLeod
WOW, JOHN! FEEL LIKE I JUST GOT BACK FROM THE GYM AFTER LISTENING TO THAT!
Ok
Let's calm down.
BUT SOMEHOW I KEEP TEARING MY HAIR OUT ABOUT PRESIDENT TRUMP BECAUSE I CAN'T TELL THE DIFFERENT BETWEEN THE MYTH AND THE MAN!! HE'S THE MYTHING MAN! AND IT'S HARD TO SAY THAT WITHOUT FEELING LIKE I AM TALKING WITH A LISP!!
Having said that, I'm going to do my best to take a self-imposed break from politics to write my memoir on behalf of my two children, Taylor and Michelle.
I think it may be memoire with an "e," that looks better.
My girlfriend, Denise, a marvelous and quite a bit more intelligent and clearly better looking than I am grade school teacher, has instructed me to do so.
I dare not say no -- Nor will I act up in class.
I always loved stories and words, as all children do, and my mother obligingly trucked me and my three sisters around to those charming, quiet, book-scented libraries in Clintonville and elsewhere in Columbus and fostered a love of story and storytelling in me. Her father, Ernest Victor Reutinger, was a doctor, with a little outcrop of an office in front of his home on east main street next to a catholic school whose name escapes me, and she brought me a stack of his old prescription pads to write on - thus the beginning of my career at a quite tender age.
After Watterson I got a degree in english from Ohio Dominican College, was drafted after that, came back, got an MA in Journalism from OSU on the GI bill, and got my first job as city beat and police reporter at the Middletown Journal, then moved to the Cincinnati Enquirer as a film reviewer and feature writer, then moved to Orlando to write features, freelanced for the LA Times, then got into long form journalism writing profiles and features for magazines.
FIFTY YEARS WORTH OF THAT!!! I can't remember all of it partly because of age and alzheimer's and partly because there is just so much of it to go back over.
But now I'm doing it.
So wish me luck.
I'll post here if I run across anything that might be of general interest as I go back through my memories and clips. Self imposed muzzle from here on out, which I think will be of benefit to all, when it comes to politics. Gonna be tough to rein myself in on that front but something tells me its for the greater good, as well as to the benefit of my children, and - I saved the real reason for last - it will keep me in the good graces of Denise, who knows how to handle a child-man man-child such as myself given that she teaches hard core first and second graders, most of whom probably have more sense in their heads than I do.
And just now I smacked my forehead with an obvious realization:
This is the first time in 70 years, going back to Immaculate Conception grade school on East North Broadway, that a second grade teacher gave me a writing assignment!
Now I know what people mean when they say life is a circle.
One big difference: this teacher isn't wearing a habit.
She's become one, though.
God bless all the ladies, in and out of habits, who've kept me in line over the years.
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