by James McAllen | Apr 18, 2020 | Uncategorized
I’ve always been a loner. When I was a tyke, if I was bothering my mother, she would send me to my room as punishment. Only, I relished it. Rather than going to my room, I would retreat to hers, with my carry-case of Hot Wheels cars in tow. My parents had a...
by James McAllen | Mar 30, 2020 | Uncategorized
I’ve always had anxiety. Ever since I was a tyke, I worried about things that no kid should worry about: the rent, the fate of mankind, the Yankee bullpen. It didn’t matter, I always worried about it. I had an overactive mind and no way to control it. I got it from my...
by James McAllen | Mar 20, 2020 | Uncategorized
As had become custom, the mother would go to bingo on Monday nights, leaving her young husband to mind their two young boys, and as had become custom, the three of them would eat their TV dinners, with the gravy covered salisbury steak, and the mashed potatoes and if...
by James McAllen | Nov 21, 2019 | Uncategorized
As my regular readers already know, I came into this marriage with two, well-behaved, older cats. My wife supplied two, barely house-broken, teenaged tax deductions. Together, we formed the dysfunctional Brady Bunch.It was a happy family. Eventually, life moves on,...
by James McAllen | Jun 12, 2019 | Uncategorized
Being born in 1965 to a lifelong Yankee fan, I grew up under the specter of the legendary Mickey Mantle. By the time I was ready to go to my first game, Mantle had retired, but his shadow still hung over the team, and the stories of his athletic feats grew larger with...
by James McAllen | Mar 8, 2019 | Uncategorized
Things weren’t great growing up. Dad took a leave of absence from his responsibilities for a time, and mom… well, mom was overwhelmed. Depression runs rampant in my bloodline, so for the better part of two years, we basically lived in my Grandmother’s apartment on...
