Kevin Travis's Blog, page 3
September 14, 2012
A LOVE POEM TO MY WIFE  ...
A LOVE POEM TO MY WIFE
Married: June 2, 2012.
The first time I saw you, you took my breath away,
You have the same effect on me to this very day.
You send my heart racing with just one look,
That sweet smile of yours is all that it took.
Oh, to stare deeply into those gorgeous brown eyes,
Lead me into happy thoughts and loving sighs.
Oh, how I long for the taste of your luscious lips,
It makes me all aquiver, it has my heart doing flips.
I will always and forever cherish the day June two,
For on this day you made me the happiest man by simply saying, “I do.”
I wanted to jump around, dance and maybe even sing,
When I saw on your finger that silver wedding ring.
We’ve had great times together, in water, on dirt and sand,
But I seem happiest when I’m simply holding your hand.
Because of that boisterous laugh and that amazing smile,
I know you’ll make me happy for a long, long while.
You’re funny, sexy and extremely smart, too,
There isn’t anything on earth that I wouldn’t do for you.
I’m not the only one who thinks that you are the bomb,
I know Katherine and I both think you’re a wonderful mom.
You are so very special, and so very sweet,
Even when you talk in your sleep, I think that’s kinda neat.
Whenever I’m with you, I am completely in bliss,
And even more so when I get your loving kiss.
To be in your arms, in that awesome embrace,
To look you in the eyes, to see that beautiful face.
To be with you always, to never be apart,
To share with you always, your kind and loving heart.
My caring and beautiful wife, you’re the only one for me.
I’m so very thankful that you and I have become “we.”
I now find myself looking to the heavens above,
Thanking God each day for you, dear Allison, my life and my love.
Married: June 2, 2012.
The first time I saw you, you took my breath away,
You have the same effect on me to this very day.
You send my heart racing with just one look,
That sweet smile of yours is all that it took.
Oh, to stare deeply into those gorgeous brown eyes,
Lead me into happy thoughts and loving sighs.
Oh, how I long for the taste of your luscious lips,
It makes me all aquiver, it has my heart doing flips.
I will always and forever cherish the day June two,
For on this day you made me the happiest man by simply saying, “I do.”
I wanted to jump around, dance and maybe even sing,
When I saw on your finger that silver wedding ring.
We’ve had great times together, in water, on dirt and sand,
But I seem happiest when I’m simply holding your hand.
Because of that boisterous laugh and that amazing smile,
I know you’ll make me happy for a long, long while.
You’re funny, sexy and extremely smart, too,
There isn’t anything on earth that I wouldn’t do for you.
I’m not the only one who thinks that you are the bomb,
I know Katherine and I both think you’re a wonderful mom.
You are so very special, and so very sweet,
Even when you talk in your sleep, I think that’s kinda neat.
Whenever I’m with you, I am completely in bliss,And even more so when I get your loving kiss.
To be in your arms, in that awesome embrace,
To look you in the eyes, to see that beautiful face.
To be with you always, to never be apart,
To share with you always, your kind and loving heart.
My caring and beautiful wife, you’re the only one for me.
I’m so very thankful that you and I have become “we.”
I now find myself looking to the heavens above,
Thanking God each day for you, dear Allison, my life and my love.
September 11, 2012
WE WILL NEVER FORGETI remember exactly where I was o...
WE WILL NEVER FORGETI remember exactly where I was on Sept. 11, 2001. I believe most of us do.
It's a day that we all remember.
It's a day that we should never forget.
On that day, America was rocked to its very core. On that day, America stood taller, and braver, than it ever had before.
Terrorists took control of planes and slammed them into the World Trade Center, beginning their attack on America that day. I was visiting my mom in Charlotte, N.C., that weekend. Before returning to my job as sports editor at the Washington Daily News in Washington, N.C., I had breakfast. I was drinking coffee, reading the sports section and watching The Today Show when I saw that the World Trade Center was on fire.
After the second plane smashed into the tower, I knew immediately that this was no accident. I ran upstairs to get my mom, and together we watched the horror unfold.
I remember driving back to Washington that day, looking into the sky for any planes. I was angry. I was bitter. I was sad.
I still had work to do. I wrote a column that evening. Here is what I wrote the evening of Sept. 11, 2001.
Everyone affected by incident
So many tears shed, so many more to come.
America, I fear, changed drastically on Tuesday, Sept. 11, 2001. Four planes were hijacked by terrorists. Two crashed into the World Trade Center, bringing two of the world's most famous buildings to a rubble of metal, concrete and death.
America's security has been threatened. The nation, the entire nation, was virtually paralyzed because of what transpired.
All air travel was called off. Most sporting events, from the professional level to high school level, were postponed.
My job is to cover sports. I follow sports with a passion, from the pros to college to high school. Football, baseball, basketball. I can't get enough of it.
Tonight, as I write this, sports just doesn't seem so important now.
Barry Bonds, of the San Francisco Giants, is chasing Mark McGwire's home run record of 70. Bonds has 63 and has a legitimate shot at breaking the mark. He and the Giants were scheduled to play in Houston on Tuesday but the game was postponed.
But tonight, I just don't care.
The Cleveland Indians, my favorite baseball team, are playing great and will probably win their division. They were supposed to play the Kansas City Royals Tuesday, and I was looking forward to seeing if Jim Thome would jack another home run.
But tonight, I just don't care.
My friend, Dennis Sabo, sent me a clip from my former home town newspaper so I could read up on how the Bellevue Redmen did last Friday night against archrival Clyde. I love the Redmen and follow all their games, even though I haven't covered them in over a year.
But tonight, I just don't care.
Stunned. Shocked. Horrified. Saddened. Petrified. Angered.
All these emotions are running through me as I sit at my computer. Like many of you, I've been glued to the television and radio trying to absorb as much information as I can on the horrific events that transpired on Tuesday.
The cowardly acts of terrorism have been played over and over by the media. It's been 11 hours since I started to watch the story unfold. And I'm still in disbelief.
I was sitting at my mom's house in Charlotte, drinking coffee and watching The Today Show. While reading the sports section, I glanced up to see the World Trade Center on fire. After a second plane smacked into the tower, I knew immediately that there's no way two planes just happen to run into a building.
I ran upstairs, got my mom and together we watched the unbelievable unfold. It looked like something that happens in the movies. Together, we just shook our heads. My mom just kept going, "Oh my God. Oh my God."
Just how safe are we? I get the feeling that everybody will be looking over their shoulder for some time to come.
My heart goes out to the countless victims and families affected by the heinous acts. I can only imagine what their loved ones are going through.
The word that keeps coming back to me is "why?"
After watching the television and listening to the radio for eight hours straight, I managed to tear myself away to cover the Northside-Gates County volleyball match. It was difficult not to think about what had happened earlier that day. Quite frankly, I couldn't stop thinking about it.
For me, it was nice to see the innocence of high school players trying to prove themselves, trying to win a game. It seemed worlds apart from what was happening on the outside.
I returned to the office, and the television was blaring. More images of the plane barreling into the tower. More images of the towers crumbling down. More images of people jumping from over 50 floors up. More images of mass confusion. More images of shock and stunned people.
The images just don't seem real. It makes me want to go back inside the high school gymnasium, where innocence was pure and real.
It makes you appreciate your life just a little more. It makes you care about your loved ones just a little bit more.
I think about them. But I also think about the victims, and what they'll have to deal with over the upcoming days, weeks and years.
So many tears shed, so many more to come.
Here is the front of our newspaper on Sept. 12, 2001, along with the front of a special section and the front of the sports page that day.
It's hard to imagine that 11 years have passed since that horrific day. Most of us were able to go on with our lives, but many were changed because of that day. I can't help but think of, and mourn with, those who lost loved ones or friends on that day.
I developed a deeper respect for firefighters, police and armed forces that day. And my compassion for my fellow man deepened that day as well.
Go America! God Bless!
Sept. 11 is a day I will always remember.
Sept. 11 is a day I will never forget.
September 7, 2012
READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL...When the Cleveland Browns play ...
READY FOR SOME FOOTBALL...When the Cleveland Browns play the Philadelphia Eagles on Sunday, I'll be ready. I may even wear my awesome, authentic Browns' training camp shorts that my friend, Brad Roach, sent to me.
Brad got them when he had a tryout with the Browns. He also had a stint with the Baltimore Ravens. I hate the Baltimore Ravens, but that's another story.
I know what you guys are thinking. "Sweet shorts. I wish I had a pair of real NFL shorts."
And I know what you ladies are thinking. "Heavens to Betsy, those are some fine legs. He must workout like once a year or so." Sorry, ladies, these legs belong to my beautiful wife, Allison.
She likes me in the shorts. Well, her exact words were, "It looks like a dress on you." But what I read into was, "Mmmm, you sure are some kind of beefcafe."
I think the Browns could use me. I can catch the ball, if it's thrown right at me and not too hard. And I can run the ball. I have a blazing "9.7" 40 time.
I've been known to sling the ball a time or two. I once threw 7 touchdown passes in a backyard football game. That's right, 7 of them!! It may have been with a Nerf football, but still. You gotta be impressed!
As a bonus, I could just wear these shorts. There is nobody on Cleveland's current roster wearing the No. 40. So....yeah.
A big, big "thank you" to Brad for thinking of me. Brad was a superstar quarterback, setting all kinds of records with the Williamston Tigers in high school and with the Catawba Indians in college. If it weren't for a shoulder injury, I believe Brad would be in the NFL right now. A great athlete and a greater guy!!
Brad also sent me a sweet wristband, that I will definitely wear. He started a company called, Life Armour: "God's armor brings victory because it is far more than a protective covering. It is the very life of Jesus Christ Himself."
The company's mission: "To reach as many people as possible, facilitating their relationship with Jesus Christ!"
Here is a sample of what they sell.
Check them out on their web site: http://lifearmourllc.com/
Or check them out on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/LIFE-ARMOUR-LLC/172429549502934
PREP FOOTBALL....I kind of wish I was in Ohio tonight. The Bellevue Redmen are playing the Clyde Fliers in a big rivalry. The schools are like 10 minutes apart. I witnessed a lot of great games between the two, calling the matchup, "Goliath vs. Goliath" in a sports column I did for the newspaper many moons ago.
No matter the records, the towns always get jazzed up for the battle. And it is a battle.
I think you can guess who I will be pulling for:
FANTASY TIME...I haven't played Fantasy Football in a few years, but I got the itch to play again this year. My team, "Awesome Allison," takes over for my previous team name of "Mumsys Misfits."
I won a championship the last time I played, which gave me bragging rights to the walls in my apartment. If I win this year, I could brag to Allison, who I'm sure would just shrug her shoulders. Or I could brag to my dog, who would probably lick himself. I would take that as a "Congrats, man!! You're the best!! You should be real head coach or owner!!"
I'm doing the auto-pick thing. The first guy I listed is Cam Newton of the Carolina Panthers. He had a sensational rookie season, and I think he'll put up huge numbers this year.
SHOUTOUT OF THE DAY
In sticking with the football theme, my Shoutout goes to the sweet Erin, one of my very favorite relatives. She's cheering for football this year. Isn't she so stinking cute? I love her like crazy!!
SONG OF THE DAY
Faith Hill and football...it's a good combination.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GZ0IjQm7oE
Brad got them when he had a tryout with the Browns. He also had a stint with the Baltimore Ravens. I hate the Baltimore Ravens, but that's another story.
I know what you guys are thinking. "Sweet shorts. I wish I had a pair of real NFL shorts."
And I know what you ladies are thinking. "Heavens to Betsy, those are some fine legs. He must workout like once a year or so." Sorry, ladies, these legs belong to my beautiful wife, Allison.
She likes me in the shorts. Well, her exact words were, "It looks like a dress on you." But what I read into was, "Mmmm, you sure are some kind of beefcafe."
I think the Browns could use me. I can catch the ball, if it's thrown right at me and not too hard. And I can run the ball. I have a blazing "9.7" 40 time.
I've been known to sling the ball a time or two. I once threw 7 touchdown passes in a backyard football game. That's right, 7 of them!! It may have been with a Nerf football, but still. You gotta be impressed!
As a bonus, I could just wear these shorts. There is nobody on Cleveland's current roster wearing the No. 40. So....yeah.
A big, big "thank you" to Brad for thinking of me. Brad was a superstar quarterback, setting all kinds of records with the Williamston Tigers in high school and with the Catawba Indians in college. If it weren't for a shoulder injury, I believe Brad would be in the NFL right now. A great athlete and a greater guy!!
Brad also sent me a sweet wristband, that I will definitely wear. He started a company called, Life Armour: "God's armor brings victory because it is far more than a protective covering. It is the very life of Jesus Christ Himself."
The company's mission: "To reach as many people as possible, facilitating their relationship with Jesus Christ!"
Here is a sample of what they sell.
Check them out on their web site: http://lifearmourllc.com/
Or check them out on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/LIFE-ARMOUR-LLC/172429549502934
PREP FOOTBALL....I kind of wish I was in Ohio tonight. The Bellevue Redmen are playing the Clyde Fliers in a big rivalry. The schools are like 10 minutes apart. I witnessed a lot of great games between the two, calling the matchup, "Goliath vs. Goliath" in a sports column I did for the newspaper many moons ago.
No matter the records, the towns always get jazzed up for the battle. And it is a battle.
I think you can guess who I will be pulling for:
FANTASY TIME...I haven't played Fantasy Football in a few years, but I got the itch to play again this year. My team, "Awesome Allison," takes over for my previous team name of "Mumsys Misfits."
I won a championship the last time I played, which gave me bragging rights to the walls in my apartment. If I win this year, I could brag to Allison, who I'm sure would just shrug her shoulders. Or I could brag to my dog, who would probably lick himself. I would take that as a "Congrats, man!! You're the best!! You should be real head coach or owner!!"
I'm doing the auto-pick thing. The first guy I listed is Cam Newton of the Carolina Panthers. He had a sensational rookie season, and I think he'll put up huge numbers this year.
SHOUTOUT OF THE DAY
In sticking with the football theme, my Shoutout goes to the sweet Erin, one of my very favorite relatives. She's cheering for football this year. Isn't she so stinking cute? I love her like crazy!!
SONG OF THE DAY
Faith Hill and football...it's a good combination.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_GZ0IjQm7oE
September 6, 2012
A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE: The Hudson yearsIn keeping up wi...
A TRIP DOWN MEMORY LANE: The Hudson years
In keeping up with the weekly series, "Kevin Travis: Author - The Early Years," I share some of the poems I wrote in the 4th grade. Miss Mozingo, who as I recall, was really pretty... I think she was my first crush, compiled a list of poems into a handy folder.
So not only will I share a few of my poems, but will also share some of my classmates poems. You're welcome, Lori Tyrrell (Memsic), Ted McFarlane, Carlton Christopher (we became friends in the 4th grade and are of the bestest friends today), Holly Hetrick and Kelly Sullivan (Weissfeld).
The poems I wrote that made it in:
Today
Cold, snowy
Windy and freezing
Christmas is coming soon
Winter.
A white soft snowflake
Coming extremely lightly
Falling from the sky.
Two gems that didn't make it, and I can't see why because they are moving and heart-wrenching:
My dog Scamp
Is really a tramp
So we sent him off to camp.
And one of my all-time favorites:
Superman
Kicked a can
That was the end of Batman.
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Here are a couple from Lori Tyrrell (Memsic). She was one of the popular, pretty girls and was on the flag team (I think that's what they are called) at Hudson High School.
What is Saturday?
Guess what's my favorite day?
Why it's Saturday!
I must say,
The colors are so gay.
Saturday's the psychedelic way!
(Seriously, who knows "psychedelic" in the 4th grade? She was smart!!)
Fawn
As gentle as a warm spring breeze,
As soft as a baby bunny,
As graceful as a butterfly in the blue sky,
As fast as a horse in the meadow.
Transylvania to Terryville two tarantulas traveled
Ten tiny turtles traveled, too.
They're going to Toledo to tip their hats
To take girls to dances and to tell their tall tales.
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And from Ted MacFarlane, who was a stud in high school.
Saturday is Yellow
Yellow is nice
Yellow's not mean
Yellow is not ugly
Yellow is kean
Yellow is hot
Yellow is not cold
Yellow is not frightened
Yellow is bold.
Nancy knows her nose is enormous.
Her nephew neglects her nonsense.
But when Nancy knocked her nose on Norm's noggin'
Nancy's nose became normal.
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Carlton Christopher offered these:
The small croaking frogs
Jumping into cold water
Eating lots of flies.
April showers bring May flowers
Unless it doesn't rain in April.
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Kelly Sullivan (Weissfeld) had these wonderful words: (Kelly was super cool in high school!)
Spring is nice,
And Summer's great,
But Winter's the one
I really hate.
Smiles
Happy, joyful
Showing your teeth
I'm so happy
Grin.
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Holly Hetrick offered these:
Wreaths are bristley
With lots of holly berries,
I have one of these.
Rainbows starting from the sky
Will it ever stop forming?
We will never know!
On Beautiful Days
On beautiful days
You can see bays
Fawns come out
And roam about.
Days get longer.
Night grow shorter.
We'll have fun
In the sun!
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REMINISCING: HUDSON HIGH SCHOOLWhile being nostalgic, I decided to go through my high school year book (Go Explorers!!).
Ahh, I have such fond memories of the football games (watching from the bleachers).
Ahh, I have such fond memories of the basketball games (watching from the bleachers).
Ahh, I have such fond memories of the dances (standing by the door and waiting to go back to the car to drink a Little Kings or two because I thought I was "cool.")
Going through our senior pictures, (I was trying to look tough in mine, but it's hard to be tough when you weight like 120 pounds), I couldn't help but smile. I remember hanging out with guys like Carlton Christopher, Tom Creamer, Mark Meeker, David Puleo, Dan Kreeger, Donny Alberson, Billy Cuthbertson, Bill Fulton, Paul Kornuta, Tim Klausner, David Kovacs, David Packard...a bunch of great guys.
Notice that I didn't mention any girls. Despite my "brawny" 120-pound frame, I didn't exactly land the ladies like the studs of those days: Ted MacFarlane, Sam Anderson, James Blythe, Kevin Casey, Jeff Albee, Jim Coleman, Brad Daberko, John Fink, Trent Fouts, Steve Herold, David Lloyd, Scott Malson, Scott Martell, John Martinson, Michael Mays, James McGrath, Chris Moore, Dante Pieramici, Dave Rhodehamel, Keith Ruch, Gerry Sobnosky, Ryan Welsh and Brian Zeh.
Hudson sure did have some beauties, and they were sweet, too! At least they didn't knock me down and laugh at me. I counted that as a plus.
My high school crush was Laurie Colitz, one of the awesome cheerleaders for the Explorers. We also had Meredith Morris (super sweet), Lisa Bottke, Lisa Belsito, Barri Abrams, Judy Bonhomme, Betsy Browning, Kristin Dallman, Amanda Dempsey (super sweet), Lauree Gallagher, Leann Galloway, Lisa Hagy, Holly Hetrick, Kathy Heller, Lisa Janik, Kristin Kauer, Kim Kauth, Eileen Kelley, Pam Keyser, Susan Kory, Suzanne Krejci, Susan Kuhel, Molly Kuhn, Kris Kuncl, Janet Lasher, Kathy Madigan, Connie McHale, Beth Minier, Kristen Moir, Kristin Nauffts, Colleen Orne, Karen Race, Laura Rich, Meg Riley (another crush), Susan Riley, Heidi Rubin, Kim Ruff, Jennifer Russell, Anne Schaefer, Kendra Schaffer, Kim Shaw (a beautiful neighbor and sweet gal, just like Justine Stanek), Cary Stauffacher, Pat Taylor, Becky Spooner (another crush), Lori Tyrrell, Barb Volle, Jayne Weinberg, Heather Wilcauskas, Amy Williamson, Sarah Wilson, Karen Wirtz (awesome cheerleader), Wendy Wolff and Jackie Young.
I miss those days. I miss some great people and some great, memorable teachers like Mr. Zetts, Mr. Sogan, Mr. Yanko and Mr. Stofsick.
It's been great going down memory lane, and I will visit again soon. Back to the real world, where I actually found a hot, sweet girl to marry!! (And I weigh more than 120 pounds now).
I hope all of you from Hudson are doing great.
God bless.
In keeping up with the weekly series, "Kevin Travis: Author - The Early Years," I share some of the poems I wrote in the 4th grade. Miss Mozingo, who as I recall, was really pretty... I think she was my first crush, compiled a list of poems into a handy folder.
So not only will I share a few of my poems, but will also share some of my classmates poems. You're welcome, Lori Tyrrell (Memsic), Ted McFarlane, Carlton Christopher (we became friends in the 4th grade and are of the bestest friends today), Holly Hetrick and Kelly Sullivan (Weissfeld).
The poems I wrote that made it in:Today
Cold, snowy
Windy and freezing
Christmas is coming soon
Winter.
A white soft snowflake
Coming extremely lightly
Falling from the sky.
Two gems that didn't make it, and I can't see why because they are moving and heart-wrenching:
My dog Scamp
Is really a tramp
So we sent him off to camp.
And one of my all-time favorites:
Superman
Kicked a can
That was the end of Batman.
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Here are a couple from Lori Tyrrell (Memsic). She was one of the popular, pretty girls and was on the flag team (I think that's what they are called) at Hudson High School.
What is Saturday?
Guess what's my favorite day?
Why it's Saturday!
I must say,
The colors are so gay.
Saturday's the psychedelic way!
(Seriously, who knows "psychedelic" in the 4th grade? She was smart!!)
Fawn
As gentle as a warm spring breeze,
As soft as a baby bunny,
As graceful as a butterfly in the blue sky,
As fast as a horse in the meadow.
Transylvania to Terryville two tarantulas traveled
Ten tiny turtles traveled, too.
They're going to Toledo to tip their hats
To take girls to dances and to tell their tall tales.
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And from Ted MacFarlane, who was a stud in high school.
Saturday is Yellow
Yellow is nice
Yellow's not mean
Yellow is not ugly
Yellow is kean
Yellow is hot
Yellow is not cold
Yellow is not frightened
Yellow is bold.
Nancy knows her nose is enormous.
Her nephew neglects her nonsense.
But when Nancy knocked her nose on Norm's noggin'
Nancy's nose became normal.
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Carlton Christopher offered these:
The small croaking frogs
Jumping into cold water
Eating lots of flies.
April showers bring May flowers
Unless it doesn't rain in April.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Kelly Sullivan (Weissfeld) had these wonderful words: (Kelly was super cool in high school!)
Spring is nice,
And Summer's great,
But Winter's the one
I really hate.
Smiles
Happy, joyful
Showing your teeth
I'm so happy
Grin.
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Holly Hetrick offered these:
Wreaths are bristley
With lots of holly berries,
I have one of these.
Rainbows starting from the sky
Will it ever stop forming?
We will never know!
On Beautiful Days
On beautiful days
You can see bays
Fawns come out
And roam about.
Days get longer.
Night grow shorter.
We'll have fun
In the sun!
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REMINISCING: HUDSON HIGH SCHOOLWhile being nostalgic, I decided to go through my high school year book (Go Explorers!!).
Ahh, I have such fond memories of the football games (watching from the bleachers).
Ahh, I have such fond memories of the basketball games (watching from the bleachers).
Ahh, I have such fond memories of the dances (standing by the door and waiting to go back to the car to drink a Little Kings or two because I thought I was "cool.")
Going through our senior pictures, (I was trying to look tough in mine, but it's hard to be tough when you weight like 120 pounds), I couldn't help but smile. I remember hanging out with guys like Carlton Christopher, Tom Creamer, Mark Meeker, David Puleo, Dan Kreeger, Donny Alberson, Billy Cuthbertson, Bill Fulton, Paul Kornuta, Tim Klausner, David Kovacs, David Packard...a bunch of great guys.
Notice that I didn't mention any girls. Despite my "brawny" 120-pound frame, I didn't exactly land the ladies like the studs of those days: Ted MacFarlane, Sam Anderson, James Blythe, Kevin Casey, Jeff Albee, Jim Coleman, Brad Daberko, John Fink, Trent Fouts, Steve Herold, David Lloyd, Scott Malson, Scott Martell, John Martinson, Michael Mays, James McGrath, Chris Moore, Dante Pieramici, Dave Rhodehamel, Keith Ruch, Gerry Sobnosky, Ryan Welsh and Brian Zeh.
Hudson sure did have some beauties, and they were sweet, too! At least they didn't knock me down and laugh at me. I counted that as a plus.
My high school crush was Laurie Colitz, one of the awesome cheerleaders for the Explorers. We also had Meredith Morris (super sweet), Lisa Bottke, Lisa Belsito, Barri Abrams, Judy Bonhomme, Betsy Browning, Kristin Dallman, Amanda Dempsey (super sweet), Lauree Gallagher, Leann Galloway, Lisa Hagy, Holly Hetrick, Kathy Heller, Lisa Janik, Kristin Kauer, Kim Kauth, Eileen Kelley, Pam Keyser, Susan Kory, Suzanne Krejci, Susan Kuhel, Molly Kuhn, Kris Kuncl, Janet Lasher, Kathy Madigan, Connie McHale, Beth Minier, Kristen Moir, Kristin Nauffts, Colleen Orne, Karen Race, Laura Rich, Meg Riley (another crush), Susan Riley, Heidi Rubin, Kim Ruff, Jennifer Russell, Anne Schaefer, Kendra Schaffer, Kim Shaw (a beautiful neighbor and sweet gal, just like Justine Stanek), Cary Stauffacher, Pat Taylor, Becky Spooner (another crush), Lori Tyrrell, Barb Volle, Jayne Weinberg, Heather Wilcauskas, Amy Williamson, Sarah Wilson, Karen Wirtz (awesome cheerleader), Wendy Wolff and Jackie Young.
I miss those days. I miss some great people and some great, memorable teachers like Mr. Zetts, Mr. Sogan, Mr. Yanko and Mr. Stofsick.
It's been great going down memory lane, and I will visit again soon. Back to the real world, where I actually found a hot, sweet girl to marry!! (And I weigh more than 120 pounds now).
I hope all of you from Hudson are doing great.
God bless.
September 5, 2012
KEVIN TRAVIS: AUTHOR -- THE EARLY YEARSOnce again, I will...
KEVIN TRAVIS: AUTHOR -- THE EARLY YEARS
Once again, I will share some of my earliest works with you lucky readers and followers. (A sincere "thank you" for taking the time to read some of this goofiness.)
I don't recall exactly when I wrote this gem, but I think it was like second or third grade, if not sooner.
To think, this handsome devil on the right would not only turn out to be a cover model for romance books and muscle magazines (the "before" shot), but he would also turn out to be such a fine, well-respected writer. Well, at least his wife and his mom tells him he's pretty good.
By the way, I know I look stunning in the bow tie. And that's my older brother, Scott, on the left. He's now in jail. I KID! I KID! He's a teacher in Florida.
Today I am sharing with you, "Crawling in the Purse." The teacher gave me a "Very Good!!" on it. I know I had to have been beaming from big ear to big ear.
Crawling in a PurseSomeone called my name, John. I crawled into my mother's purse, then someone said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Lipstick. Who are you?" Jhon (not sure if I was going for a foreign name or I just didn't know how to spell John after getting it right the first time).
Oh meet Mr. Comb and Grandfather Pen. Here comes our dog Glasses. Bark, bark. Oh shut up.
I'll go get Mr. Money. Here comes little Watch and his sister Tic Tac. And we wouldn't leave out Miss Petunia. She is going to the store to get some ink for Mrs. Pen.
Help, a giant is picking us up. Darn I spilled the ink. That's only my mother. Whoops, she dropped the purse. Ouch that smarts.
What smells so bad? Oh that's Mr. Sock. A sock in my mother's purse. Yek. There's Thomas the clock. Some strange things are in my mother's purse. There's a snake. No, no. That's my mother's necklace. Oh I guess that's all in Purseland except Mr. and Mrs. Appleseed. I wonder if Johnny Appleseed gave them that name.
There I'm out of Mom's purse now, but boy what a trip. And about that sock. I'm glad I got out.
The end.
SHOUTOUT OF THE DAYThe Shoutout goes to my wife, because she's so darned hot!
SONG OF THE DAY"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," by Cyndi Lauper. Just because, for some reason, it's in my head.
Once again, I will share some of my earliest works with you lucky readers and followers. (A sincere "thank you" for taking the time to read some of this goofiness.)
I don't recall exactly when I wrote this gem, but I think it was like second or third grade, if not sooner.
To think, this handsome devil on the right would not only turn out to be a cover model for romance books and muscle magazines (the "before" shot), but he would also turn out to be such a fine, well-respected writer. Well, at least his wife and his mom tells him he's pretty good.
By the way, I know I look stunning in the bow tie. And that's my older brother, Scott, on the left. He's now in jail. I KID! I KID! He's a teacher in Florida.
Today I am sharing with you, "Crawling in the Purse." The teacher gave me a "Very Good!!" on it. I know I had to have been beaming from big ear to big ear.
Crawling in a PurseSomeone called my name, John. I crawled into my mother's purse, then someone said, "Hi, I'm Mrs. Lipstick. Who are you?" Jhon (not sure if I was going for a foreign name or I just didn't know how to spell John after getting it right the first time).
Oh meet Mr. Comb and Grandfather Pen. Here comes our dog Glasses. Bark, bark. Oh shut up.
I'll go get Mr. Money. Here comes little Watch and his sister Tic Tac. And we wouldn't leave out Miss Petunia. She is going to the store to get some ink for Mrs. Pen.
Help, a giant is picking us up. Darn I spilled the ink. That's only my mother. Whoops, she dropped the purse. Ouch that smarts.
What smells so bad? Oh that's Mr. Sock. A sock in my mother's purse. Yek. There's Thomas the clock. Some strange things are in my mother's purse. There's a snake. No, no. That's my mother's necklace. Oh I guess that's all in Purseland except Mr. and Mrs. Appleseed. I wonder if Johnny Appleseed gave them that name.
There I'm out of Mom's purse now, but boy what a trip. And about that sock. I'm glad I got out.
The end.
SHOUTOUT OF THE DAYThe Shoutout goes to my wife, because she's so darned hot!
SONG OF THE DAY"Girls Just Wanna Have Fun," by Cyndi Lauper. Just because, for some reason, it's in my head.
