By Tim Hayes Who’s ready for a pop quiz? Here goes… Would you hand the keys to a brand-new Lamborghini to a 16-year-old kid with a learner’s permit? Would you offer a multi-million dollar NHL contract to a person who’s never been on ice skates? Would you pay $200 for a ticket to a Broadway […]
Game of Clones
By Tim Hayes Well, I hear tonight’s the big night. “Game of Thrones” begins its final season on HBO, and we’re all expected to go completely ga-ga at the news, I guess. In the seven-year history of the program, it only caught my eye when the dragons appeared. Otherwise, the appeal somehow never struck a […]
The Tree and She
By Tim Hayes The woman stepped cautiously into the oncologist’s office, accompanied by her daughter. The elderly patient, lightweight and frail, knew this was going to be an important discussion. She also knew she might not remember all of the details accurately later, so thank God her daughter – her advocate and protector – would […]
T-Shirt Tuxedo
By Tim Hayes Of the three bands at my high school, Marching Band was the most fun, Concert Band the most challenging, and Stage Band by far the coolest. Playing drums in Stage Band opened up all sorts of possibilities. We played jazz charts, meaning that different performers got to take extended solos – including […]
Delete the Adjectives
By Tim Hayes “He went through a brief Egyptian Period that baffled me – he tried to walk flat a great deal, sticking one arm in front of him and one in back of him, putting one foot behind the other. He declared Egyptians walked that way; I said if they did I didn’t see […]
Just Point
By Tim Hayes About a decade ago, give or take, my parents moved from a single-family home into an apartment. In the process, they downsized considerably, ridding the house of extraneous stuff, whittling down their wardrobes, holding garage sales, and shuffling whatever they could to my two sisters and me. Visits to their apartment – […]
The Portrait of Many Bright Co...
By Tim Hayes Once upon a time, many, many years ago, a man and a woman were given a son. This little boy had very unusual qualities. He called himself a prince. He asked for a new mirror every Christmas and birthday. He liked to tell his brothers and sisters and the children in his […]
My Battery Is Low and It’s Get
By Tim Hayes “My battery is low and it’s getting dark.” Such came the final message from Opportunity, the amazing little engine that could, after roaming around the surface of Mars for the past 15 years, sending images back to NASA all that time from the Red Planet. A ferocious dust storm finally did Opportunity […]
Bumbershoot Big Shot
By Tim Hayes After finally finding a garage with open spaces in Downtown Pittsburgh the other day, I dodged raindrops for the four-block walk to my next client appointment. Fold-up umbrella in my hand, the sporadic drizzle didn’t warrant opening the thing up and carrying it all that distance. But it got me thinking about […]
Watchdog Down
By Tim Hayes It could have been a school board director, a township commissioner, or a borough council president yammering on. Some weeks it was all three. Regardless of the elected body, though, there I sat, notebook and printed agenda in hand, pen rapidly scratching notes as the debate wore on. Living the life of […]
Monday Monday
By Tim Hayes While lazily flipping through the channels late one evening, I stumbled onto one of those half-hour pitches for music CDs, this batch featuring songs from the ‘60s. Staring with mildly scandalized expressions at the hairstyles and fashions shown on grainy old Ed Sullivan clips, I saw tune after tune scroll up the […]
Stretch
By Tim Hayes So after a three-month hiatus, I resumed private boxing lessons last week – this time with a new trainer, since my old one had moved away – and quickly discovered how different this guy’s approach would be. “Okay, on your belly,” he commanded. “Now, push up on your hands, keep your arms […]
The Richest Man In Town
By Tim Hayes It started bubbling up, right on cue, as I knew it would. As soon as Mary throws open the front door and waves in half the town, with scatterbrained Uncle Billy carrying a large laundry basket full of bills and coins, dumping it onto the dining room table – I can feel […]
Blame It On the Amygdala
By Tim Hayes Personal and professional obligations led me to drive past my high school this weekend – a welcome detour, since one week ago I attended my 40th Class Reunion from that very institution, and had an absolute blast. In one more piece of evidence that my brain has a mind of its own, […]
Bobby Knew
By Tim Hayes The alarm went off at 5:15 a.m. Rarely a pleasant or welcome sign. But this day, I let it slide. This day, I had work to do. A mission to fulfill. I lumbered out of bed, crawled into the shower, let the hot water and foamy sudsy soap spur the brain cells […]
Do Your Duty
By Tim Hayes Finally, silence. All of the hum-and-rattle, after all of the doomsday warnings of looming cataclysm, after all of the noise and misdirection carried into our living rooms and car radios by an unending onslaught of ridiculously logic-free commercials – it’s all over. Finally. It’s just you and your conscience, alone in front […]
The Other
By Tim Hayes The Other. Who is it? The easiest target in the world, that’s who. It doesn’t require much thought, analysis, planning, or empathy. Just point and click. Easy. Poof! An enemy has been created, custom-ordered to your own conflicting simultaneous senses of both externally expressed superiority and internally suppressed insecurity. Instant fear. Immediate […]
Binary Blues
By Tim Hayes Mary and Joseph rode a dinosaur to Bethlehem. That sentence sounds ludicrous, right? Ridiculous. Crazy. Insulting, even. A purposely disrespectful exaggeration. But let’s think about this a bit more critically. If one believes, and is convinced beyond any doubt, that the earth is no more than 6,000 or so years old, why […]
The World at 3 a.m.
By Tim Hayes It had been an especially intense week. Not a bad week, quite the opposite. But an intense one, filled with big events that required enormous and careful planning, and greatly focused execution. By Friday evening, the thought of collapsing into bed and sleeping the sleep of the dead, as reward for the […]
The Writing Life
By Tim Hayes You ask a seven-year-old boy in the mid-1960s what he wants to be when he grows up, and you’ll get the expected responses – baseball player, policeman, fireman, even an astronaut like Major Nelson on “I Dream of Jeannie.” Then you ask me and get something altogether off-the-wall. “I want to be […]
Like a Rhinestone Earworm
By Tim Hayes Hunched over the keyboard, a deadline bearing down upon me, the search for the perfect word proved elusive. Even wearing my well-worn Radio Shack headphones, tuned to pure white-noise static to block out any distractions, my brain cells refused to click, connect, or cooperate. And it sure as hell didn’t help that […]
That Face
By Tim Hayes On a warm late August evening, while standing in front of the main auditorium building of my brand-new college campus, mere steps away – unbeknownst to me – approached the source of my first and only heart attack. Figuratively, that is. A magician or hypnotist or something would be performing inside shortly […]
Asking For It
By Tim Hayes Watching the Grammy Awards back in 1983, something happened that stuck in my head all these years since. The Australian band Men At Work won the award for Best New Artist, having scored No. 1 hits on the Billboard Hot 100 chart with “Living In a Land Down Under” and “Who Can […]
The Intersection of Artistry a...
By Tim Hayes The theory goes like this. The left hemisphere of the human brain controls logical, linear, sequential thinking, while the right controls the more creative, artistic, and expressive. Some blending of these two counterbalancing poles of thought, impulse, and action goes on constantly, of course. But for most people, one type of thinking […]
Blank Canvass
By Tim Hayes Having driven past this little enclave a million times – and that’s an exaggeration, but not that far from reality, actually – I found myself there at last, standing next to a friend, who rapped on the faded, splintered screen door of the rusted trailer home, perched along a muddy bank of […]
Faith of Our Fathers
By Tim Hayes I am a lapsed Catholic. That statement gives me no satisfaction, no pride. But it does give me some hope. At least I’m not a former Catholic. Not yet. But that line is a lot closer to being crossed today than at any other time in my life. My sisters and I […]
Then They Came For Me
By Tim Hayes TV host Lou Dobbs this week said he supported the White House’s decision to ban a CNN reporter from a press event for asking President Trump questions earlier that day. “My question is, who the hell are you?” Dobbs said after reading CNN’s statement about the ban. “The president does insist on respect. It’s about […]
Someplace Special
By Tim Hayes Over the past week, clients and associates and friends – none of whom had ever known or been introduced to each other – crossed paths three times. As George on “Seinfeld” would cry, “Worlds are colliding!” but it didn’t surprise me at all. It’s absolutely a non-event, par for the course. And […]
H2Ouch!
By Tim Hayes Poseidon in Greek mythology and Neptune in Roman. Sumandra in Hindu, Tefnut in Egyptian, and Mazu in Chinese. Heck, even Aquaman in the comic books. All gods of water, the liquid source and sustenance of life. Entire cultures worship water for its irreplaceable role in keeping the planet alive. We twist a […]
Beware the Brain Fart
By Tim Hayes Seated in a giant semi-circle of metal folding chairs, clad in a starched white dress shirt, black slacks, and clip-on necktie from Sears, I awaited my turn in the citywide spelling bee. The bee took place in a cavernous auditorium within what had been known as the Buhl Planetarium on the North […]
Flag Day Funk
By Tim Hayes A couple of weeks ago, heavy rains and strong, gusty winds tore through our little corner of the world, blowing window screens into the driveway and snapping the cord that held up our American flag outside the front door. This past Thursday, June 14, I finally got around to restringing the pole […]
Of Poetry and Pie
By Tim Hayes My friend Tom and I sat at his mother’s dining room table, agonizing over this accursed high school English assignment – reading Shakespeare’s “Romeo and Juliet.” And as though that weren’t tortuous enough, our teacher expected us to actually think about it and offer our own personal analysis of the various characters’ […]
Turning Violet Around
By Tim Hayes Everybody knew about Violet. A longtime employee, Violet carried a pretty sizeable chip on her shoulder. She enjoyed creating havoc. She had a masterful way of pitting her peers against each other one day, then uniting them in vocal opposition to their shared manager the next. She had perfected the art of […]
Sacred Space
By Tim Hayes This would be a special day, so I wore my best suit and favorite tie. On this day, I would be meeting a personal hero. I didn’t want to let him down, after all he did for me and my family. Standing amid a group of other professionals in a special section […]
Converting Nostalgia Into Acti...
By Tim Hayes I grew up in a great place, in a great time. Mt. Oliver Borough, in the ‘60s and ‘70s, to be precise. The old-style corner store, run by the older couple, who’d extend your folks credit until payday, and who aired their family business all day in front of their loyal customers. […]
A Study In Trash
By Tim Hayes Would you trust a bunch of 12-year-old boys, armed with brushes and stencils and buckets of oil-based paint, turned loose on the utility poles of your local municipality’s main business district? Well, they did in 1973. And pockets of proof can still be seen, barely, all these years later on a handful […]
Mushrooms: A Love Story
By Tim Hayes “Would you look at this kid? He could be a brain surgeon.” The chatter from my parents around the Formica-topped kitchen table became nothing more than background noise. Important work lay before me. Lengthy, precise, essential work. Picking microscopic chunks of mushroom out of that evening’s tuna casserole dinner entrée, that is. […]
Archie and the Hose
By Tim Hayes In my old neighborhood, green space remained at a premium. We had a small backyard, a strip of grass beside the house, and a tiny patch in front. To prove the point, we had a manual push-mower from Sears. No gas engine, no extension cord, just you and any kinetic energy you […]
Making God Laugh
By Tim Hayes The fellow in the front seat of the car probably was thinking about dinner that night. Would he go out? Maybe just grill up some hot dogs, stay in, and rent a movie on pay-per-view? The lady wanted to get her bicycle across the street. Maybe to get back home, maybe to […]
Aiming for Them
By Tim Hayes The blue Buick Regal sped down the highway, its undercarriage rattling, its shock absorbers pleading for sweet mercy. Spring in Pittsburgh, and the potholes had begun to bloom. There I sat, feet on the pedals, hands on the wheel, mere days after passing my driver’s test and becoming a licensed operator of […]
This Is The Only Day
By Tim Hayes We had only been married about two or three years, living for the first time at an appreciable distance from any family, and broke as hell. After finishing dinner at the all-you-can-eat Pizza Hut Buffet one evening, we carefully loaded some slices into a carryout box to serve as lunches and maybe […]
Sleep
By Tim Hayes A comedian I saw on TV not long ago did a full five minutes on sleep, and how ridiculous it would sound to aliens trying to understand us earthlings. “Okay, so you mean that these creatures, the very top of the food chain around here, with brains that can outperform any other […]
Claustrophobic Costanza
By Tim Hayes Okay, so we drive up to Rochester, New York, just the two of us, to see our daughter at college. We purposely chose this particular weekend because it fell in the middle of a slow time of year, no holidays, no heavy traffic on the New York Thruway. Just an easy up-and-back […]
Tracy the Brave
By Tim Hayes I can’t even begin to imagine the courage required. Picture this. A Catholic elementary school, grades one through eight. About 400 students in all. And every single one of them white. Sure, they broke out by family heritage, the Germans outnumbered everyone else, but you had Italian, Irish, Polish. Most of Western […]
A Little Neighborhood Hole in ...
By Tim Hayes Everybody needs one. That place you find that fits your style. That serves up great food. That makes you feel at home every time you walk in the place. We found ours about a year after we moved back to our hometown of Pittsburgh, more than 25 years ago. This little hole […]
Angel on the Line
By Tim Hayes In the (then unbeknownst to me) waning days of my final corporate PR employment, a full 18 years ago now, I found myself sitting in slack-jawed amazement while listening to a speaker bowl over a ballroom full of people. My reason for attending this event tied to the fact that I had […]
Free and Unfettered
By Tim Hayes In the new film “The Post,” the Nixon White House in 1971 attempts to squash release of the Pentagon Papers, a secret and unflattering government assessment of the Vietnam War. The administration threatened the publisher and editor of The Washington Post with contempt – a federal offense, punishable by imprisonment – should […]
Beefsteak Blossoms
By Tim Hayes Our eldest daughter, an accomplished professional woman now, with two bachelor’s and two master’s degrees, celebrated a birthday this past week. Our pride in all she has done and become has no bounds. This story occurs some years ago, when she was a lot smaller and the world seemed a lot simpler. […]
Show Towels
By Tim Hayes Nobody’s supposed to touch them. Ever. They’re the bathroom “show” towels. You know, the ones hung there just for show. The ones that get thrown in the washer twice a year, along with the curtains. The show towels have no practical use, no primary working function. The idea of drying one’s hands […]
A Single Tear on a Silent Nigh...
By Tim Hayes Nothing felt right that Christmas Eve, and it had put me in a bad mood. I followed my parents, sisters, and grandmother into church for Midnight Mass, only to find that “our” pew – the one we had populated for years – had been usurped by a bunch of “twice-a-year” Catholics. So […]
The Secretary
By Tim Hayes “The Secretary is coming. The Secretary is coming!” It marked the first time I ever saw grown men panic in a professional setting. My first foray into public relations, after three years working as a newsroom journalist fresh out of college, occurred with the Pennsylvania Department of Transportation, or PennDOT in the […]
Magic Puck
By Tim Hayes Gosh, we really thought this idea would work. Ah, to be young and foolish and fearless again. We – meaning my fellow members of a corporate communications team and I – had somehow convinced a regional executive to don a hockey sweater and gloves, grab a hockey stick, and slap-shot a puck […]
Plum Pudding
By Tim Hayes Of all the things I miss about Thanksgivings spent as a kid, few can be felt more keenly than going to my Aunt’s house with her family and mine sharing the bounteous feast together. First off, I loved this Aunt. She was naturally funny, warm, expressive, and embracing. I always felt happy […]
Celebrating the Second Fiddle
By Tim Hayes “Oh, for cryin’ out loud, you have got to be kidding,” I said to no one, while driving down the highway the other day. “This is getting to be just stupid.” The thing that got my dander up? An announcement on the radio that around-the-clock Christmas music was about to begin. The […]
The King and Queen of Hallowee...
By Tim Hayes The trick-or-treaters will soon be upon us, primarily elementary-aged urchins chaperoned by their parents, politely ringing doorbells mostly in the fading sunset, while local police cruisers slowly make their rounds to ensure safe passage. It’s all so…uneventful. Rote. Predictable. Shrink-wrapped for your protection. Some communities have parents drive their cars into big […]
Fudge
By Tim Hayes As a professional writer, I place a special priority on the proper use of the King’s English. It’s how I’ve made my living for more than three decades, raising a family on it. Most words we all use in life float by, unremarkable, unnoticed, serving their purpose and quickly forgotten, tossed down […]
Spinning Beach Ball of Digital...
By Tim Hayes You’ve seen it. Hanging there, suspended in space and time. Rotating, revolving, silently mocking you and your foolish plans. Ha-ha! Bathed in the primary colors of the rainbow, seemingly full of fun and mirth. As if. But you know better. Oh, yes. You understand. This is nothing to toy with, even though […]
I Don’t Think So
By Tim Hayes “Is this really necessary?” I asked my boss over the phone, one Sunday morning. “Yes, I expect you in here this afternoon,” came the unmistakably unsympathetic reply. “How about after dinner? We’re having people over this afternoon,” I pleaded. “The pitch is tomorrow. We’re not ready. Get in here as soon as […]
Stencils No More
By Tim Hayes From behind the louvered doors of an inset bookcase in our dining room, my sisters and I would occasionally pull out a reference book. Not to look up anything of interest, mind you, but instead to draw all over it. Actually, that’s not right. We wouldn’t draw on the book itself. First, […]
Have We Met?
By Tim Hayes In the late ‘90s, December posed a special challenge. Three kids under the age of 10 and Christmas on everyone’s radar. My wife and I would make at least one, usually two, trips to the only store that to this day can wrench me from a dream state into wide-eyed alertness at […]
Happy Accidents
By Tim Hayes Dock sat, unmoving, nearly unblinking, on the spare rollout sofa bed in his sister’s cellar in Atlanta. The ‘70s-era Sears color TV, the ones that served as a monstrous piece of furniture, complete with sharp-angled heavy wood casing and channel knobs the size of baseballs, flickered over in a corner of the […]
Bell & Howell & History
By Tim Hayes It must have been a birthday party. Whether one of mine, or that of one of my sisters, it really didn’t matter. We all had the same experience. Staring into a set of blazing, blaring, iridescent super-bright white lights – eyes watering, squinting, pleading for help that remained an eternity away – […]
Eugene
By Tim Hayes On a scorching late August morning, our high school marching band’s drum section, yours truly included, gathered under the limited shade of a withering tree at band camp, to work on our cadences – the drum patterns that the entire band marched to during parades and when coming onto or off of […]
West View Days
By Tim Hayes It came around every late May or early June. A day of deliverance. A day when school took a backseat, even though it fell on a school day. The annual school picnic. In Pittsburgh during the 1960s and ‘70s, the public school districts held their annual picnics at Kennywood Park, an amusement […]
Jack
By Tim Hayes My parents, aunts, uncles, and grandparents gathered in the modest home that Friday evening – ostensibly to celebrate a cousins’ second birthday, but really just to be together after such a shattering day. November 22, 1963. John F. Kennedy was murdered just after I had turned three. Obviously, I have no personal […]
Progress Hurts
By Tim Hayes Walking through the storied Oak Grove of Indiana University of Pennsylvania (IUP), my college alma mater, this past week, the inevitable came to pass. I had known this day would arrive for more than a year, but hoped against hope that it might somehow get postponed indefinitely. But there it was, plain […]
Troubled Water
By Tim Hayes We filed into the musty, ancient classroom, smelling of floor wax, chalk dust, and crushing boredom. The room, not me and my fellow fourth graders, that is. The last class of the morning, right before lunch, and the mental and physical energy in the room had sunk nearly as low as our […]
Stop Digging
By Tim Hayes If it’s true that in space no one can hear you scream, then it is just as true – if not more so – that in business or politics, unless you have a distinct and compelling message, no one can hear you at all. Our society drowns in information. Want proof? Check […]
The Joys of White Noise
By Tim Hayes Imagine about 30 people sitting practically elbow-to-elbow in four rows of desks, most of them either on the phone or talking to someone in the room, with two men at the front of the pack, screaming for – or at – individuals standing beside them, while phones rang and general aural mayhem […]
Barn
By Tim Hayes One week every summer, from age 9 to maybe 12 or 13, I stayed at my aunt and uncle’s house about four miles away as the crow flies – but at least four thousand light-years away when it came to the dynamics of that house versus mine. I grew up with two […]
There She Was…Smiling At Me
By Tim Hayes This Monday, July 10, marks our 35th wedding anniversary. This essay is adapted from a column first published back in the early 1980s when I worked as a newspaper reporter, which tells the story of that day – and why, 35 years later, she still knocks me out. * * * About […]
Gone Batty for Fireworks
By Tim Hayes As with any true-blue American, our family loves to watch the fireworks on the Fourth of July. Just as John Adams wanted us to. In a letter to his wife, Abigail, on the eve of signing the Declaration of Independence, July 3, 1776, he wrote that the occasion should be commemorated “with […]
Beefsteak Blossoms
By Tim Hayes In the moderately sized backyard, shovel sliced into earth across the rear corner, off to the right. The heel of a tennis shoe-clad food pushing the blade into the ground, to reveal the black soil beneath. Before long, a 10-by-10 foot patch had been cleared, then tilled carefully, before planting began on […]
Grass Stains
By Tim Hayes There’s a great quote that I can’t seem to find on Google. I don’t remember where I saw it first, many years ago, but for some reason it has stuck in my head all this time. It sounds like something Mark Twain might have said, so I’m going to go with that […]
Ripper
By Tim Hayes We recently attended a lovely wedding of two lovely young people in a lovely little church, followed by a lovely reception in a lovely facility. The whole experience was, well, lovely. Then I asked where the happy couple would be honeymooning. And all the loveliness of the proceedings proceeded to crash into […]
The Hand of Truth
By Tim Hayes Gosh, wouldn’t it be nice to control every aspect of the reality affecting your life? To simply brush away the tough stuff, the uncomfortable moments, the annoying people and obligations? Yep, it sure would be nice. If only it were even a tiny bit possible or feasible or sustainable. But it is […]
Seventh Avenue Stroll
By Tim Hayes We had driven from Pittsburgh to New York City, checked into our hotel, situated right on Times Square, and had dinner at the Carnegie Deli before the big show. Total tourists, but there for the best reason of all – our daughter and her high school chorus were performing that night on […]
Friends are Everywhere
By Tim Hayes Another day of shining sunburst broke through the hotel window, another day full of promise and potential during a week in central Florida with my son, Chris, following our beloved Pittsburgh Pirates around during Spring Training 2017. We got up and ready to head out, jumped in the rental car, and started […]
Brother
By Tim Hayes The first time we met, I didn’t even know he was in the room. Sophomore year of college, sitting in a small auditorium in an administration building at the far corner of campus, listening to the new editorial staff of the school newspaper describe plans for the coming year. As a raw […]
Taking One for the Team
By Tim Hayes We all know one. The dad who misses the first inning of a big game to park the car and walk to the field from a distance. The lineman who sacrifices his body to protect the quarterback so that the team can score. The mother who spends that Wednesday shopping and cleaning, […]
Newsprint and Maple Syrup
By Tim Hayes One of the best experiences of high school never took place in our high school. It would happen four times each academic year, 75 miles away from the high school building, when a bunch of students working on the school newspaper would pile into one car and drive to the tiny headquarters […]
Narrowing the Gap
By Tim Hayes Each of my kids had braces. Each of my kids needed to have their wisdom teeth pulled. Retainers, tightenings, chipmunk cheeks, twilight sedation, and some loopy re-entries when that happy juice started to wear off. We did our part – more than our part, if you ask me – helping one local […]
The Truth Always Wins
By Tim Hayes We’re hearing a lot about what’s real and what’s fake these days. It’s a ridiculous argument. There may be things you’d like to be real, that you wish were real. But that’s not reality. Something either is actually, verifiably true and real, or it isn’t. And the truth always reveals itself. How […]
88 Little Keys
By Tim Hayes She couldn’t have been older than second or third grade when it magically appeared in their house. Made of dark wood, with gleaming gold pedals and a playing surface of shining white, just waiting for her. Only her. So she clambered up on to the padded seat, marveling at this gift, so […]
Walls
By Tim Hayes Negotiations had hit a snag. The two sides needed to walk away from the bargaining table for a while. Good thing, because their respective mothers had begun calling them to dinner anyway. I had three shoeboxes full of baseball cards, purchased at the local family-owned corner store, quickly looked at, then unceremoniously […]
The Right Girl
By Tim Hayes “Whatever you give a woman, she will make greater. If you give her sperm, she’ll give you a baby. If you give her a house, she’ll give you a home. If you give her groceries, she’ll give you a meal. If you give her a smile, she’ll give you her heart. She […]
Betcha By Golly Wow
By Tim Hayes Back in the day, long before music got downloaded from a computer and billed to a credit card, back when a weirdly shaped chip of plastic snapped into the big hole in the middle of a 45-rpm record so that you could play it on your family’s stereo, getting your hands on […]
An ‘Alternative’ Biography
By Tim Hayes I was born on a sultry summer morning in Baton Rouge. Mother enjoyed a crisp autumn sunrise in Seattle that same day. Life on the plains was hard. Tending crops in the rain forest, and all. But Father, being a jeweler, always knew what to do. I used to walk the long […]
Kitchen Table
By Tim Hayes “Oh, no. We can’t take this.” Astonished, dumbfounded, shocked, we spluttered in reply to the St. Vincent De Paul guy, “What?” “We can’t take this table,” he said, within two seconds of laying eyes on it. Our kitchen table, a simple, round, wooden-topped table with solid wood chairs surrounding it. We decided […]
Long Division
[This story has been dramatized and adapted from actual events. It is shared on this commemorative weekend to show how some attitudes from a half-century ago have changed and improved, but that we still have a lot more work to do.] By Tim Hayes An otherwise typical Friday morning. “House Party” with Art Linkletter flickered […]
Dustpan
By Tim Hayes After six years of Catholic education, one learns that some things never change. The playground will always be made of asphalt. Up at the rectory, Father will always be shy one healthy sense of humor. And the dress code will always be business casual – blouses and skirts for the girls, and […]
Sky Chair
By Tim Hayes The first time I noticed it, we were carting a nine-month-old baby to the pediatrician. Our firstborn, fussing and crying in her little car-seat contraption in the rear of the station wagon, just a couple of weeks after we had moved back to Pittsburgh, our hometown, following an eight-year career-building sojourn all […]
Talent Show
By Tim Hayes Every year, like clockwork, the three brothers got the nod. Grandma’s basement, in front of the washtubs. Showtime. Down the stairs they came, three cousins of mine, bathrobes cinched tight, aluminum foil crowns perched atop their close-shaven heads, each carrying a decorated shoebox – gold, frankincense, and myrrh – and singing “We […]
Fightin’ the Fogey
By Tim Hayes The doctor stood in front of the exam table, where I had just returned after having X-rays taken a few minutes earlier. “Hmmmm. Hmmmm. Yeah, I can see it now.” “See what, doctor?” “You have arthritis behind both kneecaps.” Arthritis? Me? How has this happened? I thought my knees were just a […]
An Inconvenient Gift
By Tim Hayes Deep in the recesses of my wallet, back where the kids’ old middle school pictures and expired AAA cards dwell, you’ll find a little sheet of paper from a small spiral notebook – the kind you could hold in the palm of your hand. In blue and red marker, with letters of […]
Matchstick Memories
By Tim Hayes The room sat in near complete darkness, except for a bright cone of light directly above the workshop space where Adlai sat, hunched, special magnifier goggles strapped to his head, tiny tools in his hands, making repairs to a miniature rolltop desk the size of a salt shaker. The tiny piece of […]
The Snow Globe
By Tim Hayes When someone poses the question, “What’s the matter?” it most often gets misinterpreted. The question does not mean, “What’s the problem?” The literal definition equates to “What’s the situation?” That’s what makes this particular question so crucial, so vexing, and so difficult to answer today. What, exactly, is the situation? What, precisely, […]
Random Ramblings
By Tim Hayes Things I thought while thinking about other things (I think)… Whatever happened to slow songs? At the past three wedding receptions we’ve attended, whether a DJ or a live band provided the music, not one slow song got played. Just fast, frantic tunes, one after the next, for hours on end. I […]
The Sister Dorothy Mysteries
By Tim Hayes On a balmy afternoon in June, it felt like the weight of the world had lifted. A grueling slog had, at last, come to an end. The daily grind of living up to expectations, the mounting pressure, the seemingly unobtainable had finally been obtained. Kindergarten was over. No more suffering under the […]
Just You Wait
By Tim Hayes Late summer in the late ‘70s. High school band camp, at a wooded facility atop the Laurel Highlands of southwestern Pennsylvania. Everyone had hiked to the very peak of the mountain hosting our week-long retreat one warm, humid evening for a bonfire and cookout. Way back when, the marching band at my […]