Farberisms Blog
Regrets, Yup!
The key is when you find something useful, to share it. Don’t leave everyone else behind. Your desire for exclusivity is your most significant and hurtful decision. Passing over those you love most or others you don’t know is the worst kind of behavior. They need you and your experiences to advance the ball.
Copper Barrel
My dad was an HVAC contractor and serviceman. He worked hard, whenever he was needed and in some...
What Time Is It?
James Joyce’s character, My Duffy, lived a short distance from his body, I have as well. Joyce...
First Kiss
Fast forward a few decades, and through the magic of the internet, I reconnected with the first girl who would kiss me. We found each other and exchanged emails for a couple of years, and once again, she disappeared from my radar. It was fun sharing stories, past and present. We talked about our lives, how we had grown up and now had families of our own. Here one minute and gone the next. Oh well.
Daylight Savings
My plan is to blog daily from the day the clocks Fall back
Salt Air Melancholy
The Temptations Ball of Confusion explains it all.
Buick Electra
Some of my favorite rides with my family growing up were in a big, green Buick Electra. The model...
Ford Falcon
Yard parked. Our property had no front driveway in the ’60s. Over time, stones and railroad ties outlined the channel for the car. The creosote on the ties smelled for a long time after they found their way into the ground. Today, it is the first place to park, provided you have a nice car. Oh, so Rumson.
Beautiful Day
Growing up in Rumson put you 26 miles as the crow goes to Wall Street. The town has a plethora of...
Junk in the Trunk
My family endured the poison pellets of three deaths in five months last year. It was painful and tiring but, that’s life. We experienced a lot. An unintended consequence was sorting through the mountain of stuff that made its way into our hands. I had told my parents we didn’t want things as we have a beautiful home filled with items we collected ourselves. Every day, I went to their house for seven months, filled 14 dumpsters, and sold or gave away most of their belongings. It made many others happy, which was the goal and represented their legacy well.
Chris’ Life
Chris’ Career
