Doug Goodrich
Bio
I've been a performer/writer for over 25 years now. I was a founding member of the Jekyll and Hyde Club in NYC and I made the top 100 out of 4,300 in Project Greenlight 2004. My favorite gig so far has been a Therapeutic Clown.
Stories (3/0)
My New Roommates
Shamiel, Shamazel, Hasenpfeffer Incorporated. This famous line is from the 1976 – 1983 sitcom, Lavern and Shirley. A spinoff of the other famous sitcom, Happy Days. Lavern and Shirley follows the misadventures of two 20-something Milwaukee girls who work at the made up, Shotz Brewery. It basically followed the same pattern of Lucy and Ethel getting into mishaps and then solving them in 30 minutes, started by the legendary, Lucille Ball and Desi Arnaz. I used to religiously watch the show when I was old enough to discover TV and when there were re-runs on every night of the week.
By Doug Goodrich3 years ago in Petlife
Nancy Elaine Trumbolli
My pace quickened as I walked down the hall, getting closer and closer to my destiny. Passing the classrooms on the east side, I could see teachers prepping for the day to come. I can’t imagine many students want to come to school this early, especially on a Monday, but here I am. I feel like a fool, a bumbling idiot, at least I’ve felt this way since my freshman year started a month ago. The difference between middle school and high school is huge. I think back to my parents warning me about this fact, but I don’t think they emphasized it enough. In middle school I could walk out of a classroom and look down the hall and see my buddies waiting for me to go to lunch. Big man on campus, that was me. The teachers loved me, or at least they acted like they loved me. I would help in class by cleaning the whiteboards, picking up the trash, that others would just toss on the ground. I would pass out tests and alert the teachers if I knew someone was not there so they could properly mark that down. I felt like it was my duty to make sure the teacher had assigned the proper amount of homework before the end of class. I wanted to make sure we got the most out of our time in school.
By Doug Goodrich3 years ago in Humans
Meet the Competition
It was a cool fall evening, and everyone was in place. Mr. Wigelsworth, a silver tabby, found a perfect spot under a small bush, camouflaged like leaves, except for his two green eyes, poking out through a section of bare twigs. Princess Anne, a white Persian, found herself under a large plastic kid’s mini car that someone left out in the back yard. It hadn't been touched in weeks so no one would suspect a cat to be hiding under it and ready to pounce. Wigelsworth whistled the secret greeting, like a bird calling the flock. After a few minutes with no call back, he whistled again, this time much louder and more direct. Still, after no response call, he began to grow frustrated and he called out, "Princess Anne! Do you hear me?" He whistled again.
By Doug Goodrich3 years ago in Petlife
