"Rerun"

First Posted February 2010. I was thinking about this yesterday…

Just a few more thoughts…

Didn’t go the party yesterday the guest of honor was ill….The party was postponed till spring which is in only 28 more days….

When I was working we used to have a guy that made homemade Pasta Vasul. God, do I miss that. I like saying that…….Pasta Vasul……

I wonder if the Shuttle crew can see things blowing up in Afghanistan?

I’ll never understand how or why a guy will wear his pants around the bottom of his bottom. I’m sure you have seen that….Someone told me they are called “Wannabe’s. Whatever that is. I think its some sort of club. Someone should tell them it doesn’t help them if they need to run for their life. It would be unmanly to run pulling up your pants.

My dad use to say, “Lorenzo behave yourself I don’t want to see any Monkey shines” I have no idea what a Monkey shine is……. I looked it up on Wikipedia and I’m not sure I like the definition.

Speaking of Wikipedia….I joined that the other day. Now, I’ve got to figure out why…..

I think my Dad had a thing for monkeys…..At times when I would copy something or do things that other youngsters would do. He would say, “Lorenzo, monkey see monkey do“……It could be why I like monkeys today……

My grandfather, father and grandmother called me Lorenzo. My mother called me Lawrence. My aunt hung the Monika Larry on me….Today most people call me Lar…

Every once and a while when I was young I would be upset over something trivial. My dad would say, “Lorenzo don’t make a mountain out of a mole hill”.

When I was young…Somewhere around 3^rd or 4^th grade. I was the victim of a bully. I’m sure there are many of us that have had that kind of trauma happen….I came home crying and my dad explained very carefully what to do when confronted with this behavior…..Keep in mind I was a slight, shy quiet kid and found it very difficult and painful to be in that situation as I’m sure many of us were. My dad took me aside and told me when this bully started to pick on me and push me around to pretend to run away and when he chased me to turn quick and punch him in the nose…..He said, “The force of the punch with him running into my fist would cause his nose to bleed“. He told me that if I did that he would never pick on me again. I never got a chance to do that. The bully died 6 months later of a brain tumor. Years later I worked with his dad in the same building. It just happened to be in the building where the guy made the Pasta Vasul. I never mentioned that incident to his dad…..I’ll bet he thought of his son when he seen me……We were the same age…..