Category: sunday stories

Up until this past year, I had only owned one real pro jersey. When I was around eight years old my parents got me a Jerry Rice jersey. I was a 49ers fan. I still am. If you remember, though, this was during the golden era for the Niners. This is when they were beating… Continue reading My Jerry Rice jersey

When I was a kid, I was loud. I talked a lot, I made a lot of sounds, I was noisy. Luckily, I grew out of that...My peak was when I was in fourth grade. I'm  guessing that is my peak, because I have a story to tell about it. I was in a Mrs.… Continue reading Sunday Stories: Bonkers

When I was young (again, the age was pre kindergarden), some group came to the bustling town of Fallon, and they were conducting some kind of free IQ test of children. I am a little hazy on that part of the story. All you need to know is that I was:1. A child2. Someone with… Continue reading Sunday Stories: Mentally Challenged

When I was four or so, I was a bit of a mommas boy. I was a very shy. I did not talk much. My mom protected me, like all good mothers should. Keep in mind I have four older brothers, all of which were excellent ar teasing, wrestling and jeering. I remember that one afternoon my brothers were… Continue reading Sunday Stories: Tailgate