By Paul Clark
(aka motomynd)
Zodiac. Astrology. Palm readers. Fortune cookies. Horoscope. They all go together. When I was growing up, our local paper printed the daily horoscope right next to the comics. That made the point, said all that needed to be said.
At least that’s what I thought, until my son was about 14 months old. He was always precocious – took his first step a week before his seventh month birthday, insisted on walking into his 12-month doctor’s appointment on his own, “hands off dad, I got this!” – but shortly after he turned a year old, he began to outdo himself.
Welcome statement
“Parting Words from Moristotle” (07/31/2023) tells how to access our
archives of art, poems, stories, serials, interviews, travelogues….
archives of art, poems, stories, serials, interviews, travelogues….
Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label cars. Show all posts
Tuesday, January 11, 2022
January 11: Maybe Something to
That Astrology Stuff After All?
Labels:
astrology,
Carroll Shelby,
cars,
coincidence,
gear head,
horoscope,
Motomynd,
Paul Clark,
prodigies
Friday, October 30, 2020
Are Children Too Smart
for Their Own Good…
Or Just Too Smart for Adults?
By Paul Clark (aka motomynd)
In using the word children, instead of kids – I was raised with the saying “baby goats are kids” or something like that – I’ve already put the age thing out there, so let me just say it: I’m 65, whatever. And I’m trying to homeschool my six-year-old son. Yes: 6, not a typo, whatever. And it isn’t going well. The method, as schools demand it, and as I originally envisioned it, has basically been blown to hell, but the results from the as yet undefined Plan B sort of seem to be happening. Which is a blow to the system I know and have long resented yet still believed in.
By Paul Clark (aka motomynd)
In using the word children, instead of kids – I was raised with the saying “baby goats are kids” or something like that – I’ve already put the age thing out there, so let me just say it: I’m 65, whatever. And I’m trying to homeschool my six-year-old son. Yes: 6, not a typo, whatever. And it isn’t going well. The method, as schools demand it, and as I originally envisioned it, has basically been blown to hell, but the results from the as yet undefined Plan B sort of seem to be happening. Which is a blow to the system I know and have long resented yet still believed in.
Labels:
cars,
education,
home-schooling,
Huntington Beach CA,
Huntington Beach State Park SC,
Motomynd,
National Wildlife Federation,
natural habitat,
nature,
numbers,
Paul Clark
Saturday, November 22, 2014
Fourth Saturday’s Loneliest Liberal: About the Panhard
Dad’s kind of car
By James Knudsen
“All that remains is the Panhard. But not for long. That is a story for next time...”
Last month I ended my column with a sort of a cliff-hanger. I’d written about growing up in an ordinary town with unordinary cars, owned by an extraordinary father. I had planned to write about the final disposition of that vehicle, because it’s a good story. But the story became more complex and more completed. It recent days I’ve heard much, from many, about just how extraordinary he was. But first, let’s review that Panhard.
By James Knudsen
“All that remains is the Panhard. But not for long. That is a story for next time...”
Last month I ended my column with a sort of a cliff-hanger. I’d written about growing up in an ordinary town with unordinary cars, owned by an extraordinary father. I had planned to write about the final disposition of that vehicle, because it’s a good story. But the story became more complex and more completed. It recent days I’ve heard much, from many, about just how extraordinary he was. But first, let’s review that Panhard.
Saturday, October 25, 2014
Fourth Saturday’s Loneliest Liberal: Cars
The ones my dad had me grow up with
By James Knudsen
I’m sure everyone has a tale to tell of how they were embarrassed by their parents. It was rarely deliberate. Parents are usually too harried with the tasks associated with being parents to have the time necessary to formulate a plan to make their children want to crawl in a hole and disappear from the sight of every teen/pre-teen peer they know or wish they knew. More often it is the case of an adult being who they are. Recent events have caused me to consider my dad and the way he went about being who he is.
By James Knudsen
I’m sure everyone has a tale to tell of how they were embarrassed by their parents. It was rarely deliberate. Parents are usually too harried with the tasks associated with being parents to have the time necessary to formulate a plan to make their children want to crawl in a hole and disappear from the sight of every teen/pre-teen peer they know or wish they knew. More often it is the case of an adult being who they are. Recent events have caused me to consider my dad and the way he went about being who he is.
Saturday, March 22, 2014
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)


.jpg)