A Spoonful of Whiskey Helps the Onion Go Down

Savannah Club Apartments to a wee one like myself, seemed like where id be living forever. I had my neighbors to visit, ice cream trucks to chase and lawns to poop on! Mama and Wanda were closer than ever, George was still nice to me and there was Grandma and Granddaddy! We would visit Big … Continue reading A Spoonful of Whiskey Helps the Onion Go Down

Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl

With apologies to the fine people at Bob's Burgers for stealing the title of their brilliant "Die Hard""Working Girl" mash up.   Point is - I'm working hard into the night writing about the house the rained snakes in the bathtub while simultaneously almost falling into the river (okay, it was a creek). I'm taking notes … Continue reading Work Hard or Die Trying, Girl

Treasure Trove Of Pictures!

Hello reader (there is at least one of you) - I just found a huge envelope of old family pictures that I had thought was missing. I'm scanning them and will use them when the right story time arrives. I also made a new logo for the site. I thought it would look bigger on … Continue reading Treasure Trove Of Pictures!

When I Almost Ate A Monkee! 

Back from before I lost my weight from walking, I met Micky Dolenz at my worse 😳 AND half of The Brady Bunch! But I started literally walking my ass off! A before and after 😊 okay! Enjoy! Share! Whatever! NEXT UP - Treasure Trove Of Pictures! © 2017 Barrett Dylan Davis and Blacksheep. Unauthorized use and/or … Continue reading When I Almost Ate A Monkee! 

Our House

Granddaddy Bill was my hero at the time. When he was around, I felt safe and at home as much as a 2-year-old could. Every afternoon meant more candy from granddaddy! The green and red peppermints and also wrapped sour balls. Seeing a bowl of sour balls brings back memories to this day. In the … Continue reading Our House

Nana Avenue

April 6, 2017 I remember living at the house in Orlando. The house was on Nana avenue. Id later return to visit and create some very nice memories, but not until a few years later. Everything was fine here for a while. I remember mostly being in the kitchen – flashes of bottles being filled, … Continue reading Nana Avenue