My Daughter’s High School Graduation

Most of the time I share with fans milestones in attaining my dream. This time the milestone is in my personal life. I am proud to announce my daughter’s graduation from Mentor High School. Graduating from high school in itself may not seem like such a big deal, but when it’s your child it takes on a whole new dimension.

Pre-graduation preparation is a lot different depending on if you’re a boy a girl. Speaking from the male side, I remember five years ago when I graduated ( Give or take one or two yrs. HA! ) preparation was minimal. All I thought about was the different pranks I could pull off, and which girls I wanted to keep in touch with afterwards. Watching my daughter get ready, I learned what the girls do; hair, nails, under robe outfits. Under robe outfits? What in the hell is up with that. The robe is from the neck to the shoes, but for whatever reason, girls take great pains in choosing just the right apparel. On the opposite end of the spectrum, I almost wore nothing under my robe. Ha!

The ceremony was very moving. The speeches were brief but inspirational. You may hear from the media how bad the public schools are, and how much the teachers/administrators don’t care. I heard genuine emotion in the voices of the staff, which left me feeling like they’re own children were leaving. As I listened to other names being called waiting for my daughter’s, I promised myself I wouldn’t cry. Then I heard her name……another promise broken.

After the ceremony, my sister, my nephew’s wife, and I met her outside the Wolstein Center. I looked my little girl in the face, and saw a beautiful young woman starting her adult life. My mind’s eye still saw the face I used to push on the swings.

Congratulations to my daughter, Kelley, for graduating!

- SP
With my sister Carole

Memorial Weekend Recap

On July 9th a long time ago, about thirty men in their late teens, early twenties, boarded a bus in downtown Lorain. I was one of those young men. We were headed to the Federal Building in Cleveland to start the induction process for entering the United States Army. Ten of those great young men never saw the age of 22. On behalf of my friends who died, their families,and all the other men, women, and their families who made the ultimate sacrifice defending our country…..WE SALUTE YOU……this past Memorial Day, and all to come.

This past Memorial weekend I was at one of my favorite places…Put-N-Bay. It had been nearly three years ago since I’d been there. I was stoked to participate in the debauchery which defines the islands. This is the only place I do not wear a suit to party. Considering I wasn’t wearing a suit, I hadn’t been there in so long, and people come from all over, I had already prepared myself not to be as recognized as I am usually accustomed. Boy was I wrong!

There were fans from all over the country who were nice enough to say hello and ask for a pic. California, New York, Philadelphia, Arizona amongst others. The first words out of most everyone’s mouth was either “Where’s the suit?” or “ I can’t believe you’re here & not in Cleveland”

The place has really changed in some ways i.e. many new bars & restaurants, but still has the feeling of being on some faraway island in a world of its own. We arrived on a 35 ft cabin cruiser Thurs. afternoon & stayed until Sunday. Good friends, the famous bbq chicken, Mad Dog Adams at the Roundhouse, Beer Barrel Saloon, Frosty’s, and of course, booze, combined to make it one great weekend. Can’t wait until “Christmas in July” at the islands!…….Till next time…………….

- SP