Happy birthday to my ol’man– who if on this mortal coil to celebrate, might very well have mixed up some terribly weak iced tea in the blue container you can see on the counter in this late 80’s pic. He then would have mixed that barely-iced-tea with some turpentine-like cheap blended whisky in that plastic … Continue reading Celebrating my ol’man’s birthday
By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo BUFFALO, NY –Been thinking about the ol’man today, so I’m wearing a pair of his pajamas… PROPERTY OF THE VA. He made dozens of emergency trips to the VA Hospital over the last decade of his life, and was admitted for many of those times, and when he … Continue reading The Ol’man’s still pulling one over on the VA
By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo BUFFALO, NY — I could almost smell the Vitalis at Easter Mass this past weekend. The generations old tradition of tiny little boys with their hair slicked down to their heads for church makes me smile and melts away decades. I have thick, wily hair, and the only time … Continue reading My ol’man lives on in the little things every day
By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo Intellectually, I know there is no time or space in heaven, so today is just a glorious, random day in an eternity of glorious random days. I further know in heaven, we have no need for our earthly contrivances, because in spirit we are perfection. Intellectually, I know … Continue reading Five years later, I miss my Ol’Man to the moon and back
By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo I got glasses in seventh grade. My vision was really bad and I didn’t really know. I remember looking at a pine tree out our front window, and being marveled by being able to make out the needles; not just seeing a big green blob. Sixth grade was … Continue reading Astigmatism, My Ol’Man, and Leonard Nimoy
Immediately following my dad’s death, I wrote down just about everything I could think about him. It turned into a short book which I published and distributed at the interment of his cremated remains several months after his death. This is this preface to that book. A link to a pdf copy of the book follows. … Continue reading The Real Steve Cichon: A Tribute to My Relationship with My Ol’Man
From the Preface: My ol’man, Steven P. Cichon, died Palm Sunday, 2010 at the age of 58. Losing a parent is unimaginable, even when you spend the decade up until the death imagining it over and over again. For the last eight years of his life, my dad was a very sick man. He lost … Continue reading The Real Steve Cichon: A Tribute to My Relationship with My Ol’Man
By Steve Cichon | steve@buffalostories.com | @stevebuffalo My dad has always loved cars. While as a young single guy he had muscle cars (Like an AMC Javelin), and sporty convertibles ( Like an MG), he always took great pleasure in the hunt for new cars. He enjoyed it even when he was buying wonderful (?!) … Continue reading Cars and the Ol’man… and telling him about the new Civic
Pop tasted so much better in those 16oz glass bottles. Coke Pepsi RC Cola… Cardboard eight packs filled with loose glass bottles lined the bottom shelf of the pop aisle at every supermarket in Buffalo and they were always on sale. But even when they weren’t on sale, buying those 8 packs of glass bottles … Continue reading Episode 13: Gramps and his Wall of Pop
It’s only by good luck that I survived driving my first car— an original Volkswagen Beetle. It was a beaten-up, road hazard death trap. But man I loved it. Sahara Beige was the color when it left the factory— but it was more primer and bondo by the time I bought it off a front … Continue reading Episode 10: Best car, worst car
