David X. Sheehan
Bio
I write my memories, family, school, jobs, fatherhood, friendship, serious and silly. I read Vocal authors and am humbled by most. I'm 76, in Thomaston, Maine. I seek to spread my brand of sincere love for all who will receive.
Stories (69/0)
My Facebook Blog - Oct. 8, 2014
“Venus, if you do, I promise I always will be true; I’ll give her all the love I have to give, as long as we both shall live. Hey Venus, Oh, Venus! Make my dreams come true.” I still know all the words to this Frankie Avalon song from 1959 and that the other side of the 45, was “Bobby Socks to Stockings”, to which I remember most of the words.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Families
Thunder Booms
Thunder boomed overhead and I ran for the covered outdoor section of a small strip mall, near where I lived in Smyrna, Georgia. I had sat on the circular brick garden wall in the middle of the parking lot, because here, after 5:00 PM, all the shops were closed, everyone just went home. There was quiet here, and a place to lean back and watch the massive thunderhead cloud build and build, though all around it, above and here, way below, it was hot humid sticky close just mui caliente. This was my thinking spot and alone time, away from all people. Not an easy time, because I had recently been divorced, and she moved back to New England taking with her our four beautiful children. This time was horrible for them and for me. Adding to my angst, was the loss of my job and of a woman I had fallen in love with, who broke off our relationship, understandably not wanting to be, even for a moment, be considered as “the other woman”. The upside, if you could call it that, was I had severance pay, and two of the warehouse men, Lionel and Bubba to share an apartment with, so I had a roof over my head. I had no car, but needed to find work, so with a newspaper, I would walk to this place, sit in the sun, read the want ads, and just be, in a place where only God, could hear my urgent pleas for help and inspire my next step.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Families
I Still Breathe
Thinking back to my teen years in the 1960’s, I’m reminded of how easy life seemed to be. There were, of course, consequences for our actions, brought swiftly to judgement by the adults and authority figures surrounding us. I always struggled, as a teen, to maintain a balance between obeying and disobeying, and used as my guide, papa’s constant admonitions to not be a sheep.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Humans
Blinded By The Light
It was a balmy evening and would be a clear starry night. Gil and I were foodservice buyers and we were riding together to a (then) Hallsmith-Sysco sales meeting at the Wamsutta Club in New Bedford, Massachusetts. I don’t remember the exact date in 1975, but Manfred Mann was playing their big hit “Blinded By The Light”, seemingly on every FM station from Boston to Providence. We were looking sharp as the Wamsutta Club was a “gentleman’s club, and Gil and I determined if they would let us in, then we must be, by association, “gentlemen”. As we were arriving, some of our lady sales persons were being held up at the door, denied entrance, because they weren’t men; a few minutes of discussion cleared up the issue, as the part of the club we were meeting in was not part of the “Men Only” Club proper.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Confessions
My Dog Missy
When my brother and I were kids, growing up in West Bridgewater, Massachusetts, we were too young to be employed, other than being normal sons, that was our sole purpose we thought. As such, we needed to have a furry friend, to amuse us, follow us, and accept us with never any repercussions for telling her no, or whacking her with a newspaper when she would chase a car down Spring Street. My brother, Chris and I employed her and named her Missy. She was a golden color and a mix of German Shepherd and Collie and faithful to a fault. In many ways, she was helpful. She barked and made sure all creatures large and small knew they were not welcomed in our yard, or to appear in any way to harm Chris or I or our other siblings when they came along. By all standards, Missy handled the job of being part of the family, very well.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Families
My First Quarterly Report of Vocal+
I began my Vocal+ journey on June 12th this year, laid down my $99.00, and started to write. The attraction, to me, was the wide variety of areas one could write about, simply by tapping out a minimum of 600 words, something I had done daily on Facebook going back to 2013 and for almost two years. Less and less after that as I moved back to the northeast from Fort Myers Beach, Florida. This platform has allowed me to add to some of those blogs, but also try my hand at fiction, which I find difficult, because so much of my stuff is from the heart, and with much emotion.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Journal
A Horse of Another Color
I fell in love with her purely by accident. In those days, I travelled a lot and always let work get in the way of affairs of the heart. Building bridges for an international consortium, only gave me time to work and eat with little sandman time each day.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Beat
Summer Memories from 2013
In 2013, I took a trip from my place at Fort Myers Beach, Florida to spend the summer in Brattleboro, Vermont. I would stay a couple of months with my sister Pat and her husband Conrad. They were about to open a B&B called The One Cat. Pat had spent many many years in England, and she and Conrad, got a good deal on the house, after deciding to return to the USA; it was a good chance to catch up with each other. The idea was for me to get away from the high temperatures in a hot Florida, and spend some time in a more mountainous atmosphere where the summers were cooler. (WRONG) The summer of 2013 in Brattleboro, Vermont had a couple of weeks, when the temps, even at night, did not fall below 90 degrees.
By David X. Sheehan3 years ago in Wander
