Shave and a Haircut ….

When I think about barber shops, I picture something like the photo above. It had the huge barber pole outside and the barbers wore those white coats/smocks. Inside there were the jars with funky blue liquid in them where combs and other tools of the trade might be. There are still a few of them around.

We took Andrew to get his haircut yesterday. My wife really liked the way this one place did it before, so we went back. I’d never heard of the place – Hair Mechanix.

“Man Maintenance!” I was wowed by the place when I walked in. It could be a man cave. On the walls were pictures of sportscars, motorcycles, Marilyn Monroe, Marlon Brando, and other “guy stuff.” It was really nice.

The stylists are, of course, female, and they were all saying how cute Andrew was. As they cut his hair, I was offered something to drink. They had water, pop, and beer! Yeah, beer! Not wanting to spend any money on one I declined. Come to find out, they are complimentary. Go figure. Have a brew and get a trim.

I was looking at the big board with all their services and prices. They do pretty much everything. They will wax your eyebrows, your ears or your nose (ouch!). They will trim your beard and mustache and they will shave your head. I asked if they waxed heads, because a bald friend of mine swears by it. I was told they didn’t.

I walked back over to where Andrew was getting his cut and my wife asked what I was talking to the girl at the counter about. I told her about them not waxing heads and she said “Yeah, but they shave them. You should do that while we are here.” I told her I was ok, and didn’t want to spend the money, but she insisted. “I get my hair done every month or so. I also get a pedicure every so often. You don’t do anything for YOU. Do it.”

I asked the gal if she was expecting an appointment or if she had time to shave my head. She said yes and showed me to her chair. Can I tell you, as silly as I felt, I really felt “pampered.” She first put the cape on me and then put some (what I assumed was) shaving cream on my head. She came back with a hot towel and put it on my head. I’ve always heard about hot towels and such, but this was the first time having one on. It felt pretty good, actually.

After a bit, she took the towel off and all of the shaving cream that was on my head was gone, apparently soaked up by the towel – or my head. She then grabbed some sort of oil, applied that and then there was another how towel. By this time I was pretty relaxed. I never would have thought this would be so relaxing. She lifted part of the towel and folded it toward the back of my head.

Again she applied some shaving cream and began to shave my head. (I guess they will shave your face, too.) What surprised me was that she used a straight razor to shave me. I have never been able to shave with one of those. I always seem to cut myself up. My stylist, however, did a fantastic job. My head was overdue to be shaved, so there was a lot for her to shave. The razor did its thing and my wife said it looked great.

One thing I can never seem to get is the back of my neck at home. Sam always laughs at what I miss. Every once in a while it gets so long that she shaves the back of my neck for me. My stylist cleaned up my neck and trimmed my caterpillar eye brows as a bonus. After she was done she put on some nice smelling cream or oil and I was on my way.

I’m not going to lie, I felt really good afterward. How silly is that? It was simply 15-20 minutes of hair (bald) care and I loved it. My wife told me that I really need to take time to do this every month or so. You know what? I think I will!

Friday Photo Flashback

Note: This blog is about my personal experience and is not intended to bash anyone’s religious beliefs. I am more than happy to share my faith with those who ask, but I also know that everyone has a right to what they believe. That being said, I will proceed.

I was born and raised Catholic. Isn’t that what all Italians are? When I was about 16 one of my coworkers and I were talking and he brought up the Bible. He was also raised Catholic. He questioned a lot of things in our shared religious background.

This led to more conversations. Over the course of the next few weeks we talked more and more about things that didn’t necessarily line up with what the Bible says. I already had questions about some things, and many of them were answered by our studies.

In the end, I found that I had enough information that I left the Catholic faith. I began to read my Bible more and found a lot of great studies online from a few pastors that helped clarify a lot of the confusion I was experiencing.

When I moved to the Flint area, I was searching for something in a local Christian book store. As I was looking through some commentaries, from the back of the store I thought I heard the voice of a pastor I was familiar with. It wasn’t him in person, but a recording of him.

I went to the cashier at the front of the store and asked about it. This led to being introduced to Al, a guy who shared my beliefs. He was also attending the same Bible School as I am in now (where the pastor I heard teaches). He would go on to graduate the school and become pastor of our local assembly.

Initially, we met in one of the classrooms at the Bible store. Over time we were able to buy a building, which he remodeled and became our meeting place. He really worked hard on it. I want to say that the building used to be a bank. He had done a ton of drywall work and when he was done we had a room for the main gathering place, a nursery, bathroom, and a small kitchen.

When we began our services there, Al asked me to teach the Sunday morning Sunday School class. At first I spoke on different topics every week. Then I began to do some series, which the members of our church really enjoyed. One of the series was on Manuscript Evidence and how the Bible came to be. That was a lot of fun to teach.

I tell you all of that because it leads me to today’s Photo Flashback.

The above picture is of me and my oldest son. It was taken in between Sunday School and Sunday Service. I would guess that this is around 2004. It very well may have been as Easter service because he is kind of dressed up.

He didn’t always stay still in the nursery and was often very loud. We had probably just gotten the diagnosis of Developmental Delay around this time. It wasn’t odd for him to walk up to me while I was teaching Sunday School. When he did that, I usually picked him up and continued teaching.

My ex (who is cropped out of this picture) had gotten to the point where she didn’t want to go anymore. I wound up going alone and teaching for a while. Then, my ex would plan things that made it hard for me to keep teaching. On top of that, I was working Saturday overnights and it was difficult to work 12 hours, drive an hour home, wait an hour or two before heading to church.

They stream online now, so I can watch him or other pastors all over the country from the comfort of my couch. The kids are not to the point where they will sit still long enough to listen, so they watch Paw Patrol or whatever while I listen to a message. I miss being there live and I certainly miss teaching. I’m hoping that I’ll be able to do that again soon.

Celebrating 1800 – Cheers!

I’ve never been a tequila man, but the picture fit the blog. This week the Nostalgic Italian reached 1800 posts! 1800 posts about music, television, movies, books, my wife and kids, and ME. I’m grateful that you find the things I post interesting enough to come back for more. Thank you.

My blog doesn’t have 20,000 followers or get mentioned much by other blogs, and I am ok with that. I have come to know you through your posts and I consider you a friend. I again thank you for making this site a “reading stop” every so often.

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Over the weekend, I got to spend some time with the kids. On Sunday we went to the park, but they were the only kids at the playground. They played for a bit, but when no other kids came, they decided to take a walk on the trail that runs through the park.

It was a beautiful day with sunshine and nice temperatures. We walked down the trail looking for caterpillars, squirrels, birds, trees and flowers. Every once in a while, they’d walk ahead of me just talking about things. I love when they get along and treat each other good. Every once in a while, they get to a place that is perfect for a picture.

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Andrew started his Pre-K class this week. I feel bad for those teachers. There are 9 students and 6 of them are boys! I wasn’t sure how he would do with us leaving, but he actually has done really well. Many of the kids were all grabbing onto their parents screaming and crying. It was worse on the second day, which surprised me. Andrew, however, gave me a hug and said, “See ya later, Dad!” and walked right in.

All summer long he talked about not wanting to go to school. When my wife went to pick him up, he said he wanted to stay longer. Go figure.

One funny story: On the first day of school I was helping to get the kids dressed. I asked my wife if I should put Andrew in a collar shirt. He heard me and said, “A collar! I’m not a dog, Dad!”

Smart kid!

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I came across this on one of the social media pages this week. It is such an outlandish scenario that I truly wish that someone had made it happen! Ok, picture it with me:

Batman fighting crime with the aid of …… Columbo!

That would be priceless!!!

Thanks again for reading!!!

Life’s Little Moments

The past few weeks have been crazy. It seems like every one of us has had doctor appointments for various things. Then Ella starting Kindergarten began an entirely new schedule for us. Andrew will start preschool after the holiday, so there are yet more changes coming.

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My father-in-law is the best! As you know, he has helped me with every project I have had to do at home. He is always bringing over tools to work on things because I don’t have them. Well, they sadly had to sell their place up north. When they went up to clean out their stuff, he found some things for me.

My brothers-in-law and my father-in-law each have just about every tool at home. So when they were cleaning stuff, they brought some tools to me.

I was super surprised when he brought home a couple saws (including a chain saw), an oscillating tool, a drill and an impact drill. It was like Christmas came early. I’ll have to rearrange the garage, or better yet, get a nice big tool box to put them in. Thanks, Dad.

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Sunday I took the kids to the Children’s Zoo. The weather was perfect. The high was only in the low 70’s and there was plenty of sunshine.

We’re zoo members, so we can ride the train and carousel as many times as we want. We certainly did!

The animals were plenty active that day. The monkeys were bouncing all over the place, the penguins were swimming, and the prairie dogs seemed extra crazy. What thrilled the kids (and me) was the otter. They usually swim around and ignore folks, but Sunday one was putting on a show! He kept swimming by the glass, doing flips in the water, and following kids back and forth on the other side of the glass. He seemed to come right up to the glass to everyone who was there.

The kids loved every second.

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Monday was weird weather wise. It went from sunny to cloudy and back to sunny. Every once in a while there was a small shower, but nothing big. My wife wanted me to grill burgers for dinner. So I went out, started the grill (as the sun was shining) and put the patties on the grill. within 5 minutes there was crazy rainfall. It was coming down pretty hard along with some good thunder. Me neighbors must have thought I was crazy!

Thank goodness my wife’s car was unlocked so I could grab her umbrella!

A Simple Request

Tomorrow morning, I’ll be taking a 2-3 hour trip to a children’s hospital on the west side of the state. Andrew is having an MRI.

We’re hoping that this will finally give us some answers. The neurologist suggested that we get this done to rule out some of the possible issues. If it is a normal MRI, we’re not any closer to figuring things out.

Can I ask that you keep Andrew in your thoughts or prayers? I pray for safe travels and a few answers.

Thank you. I will be sure to keep you posted.

“You’ve Got Mail!”

You may remember me mentioning my kids painting with colored ice recently. I was surprised this week when a “postcard” arrived for me.

He had a bit of help from mommy, but his message warmed my heart.

He calls me “Big Fella” all the time now. The kids on Bluey called their dad that once and it has stuck with him. I started calling him “Little Fella” now, which makes him laugh.

One morning he had crawled into bed next to me and said, “Time to get up, Daddio!” That had me cracking up! All of a sudden he’s a 50’s hipster!

Now, to be clear – I’m not necessarily sharing my tools. Recently I went out to the garage looking for a pair of pliers and they were gone. They were in HIS tool box. Also in his tool box was a hammer, my crescent wrench, about 6 screwdrivers and my box of drill bits!

So if you wanna call that “sharing” …..

Fourth – Family – Fireworks

As the holiday weekend draws to a close, I hope you got the chance to enjoy it. We certainly enjoyed it, though it was toned down from previous years.

We didn’t have the entire family with us this year. Some of the family was sick and some were invited elsewhere or had something else going on. We tossed a few burgers and dogs on the grill and enjoyed a bonfire.

It’s been awhile since we have been able to enjoy a bonfire, so this was really nice.

The fireflies were plentiful and beautiful that night. Ella and Andrew loved catching them.

They had a little Tupperware container they were trying to put them in, but I think the lid wasn’t on right. Every time they came back to drop one in, the others were gone.

Sam bought us all matching shirts to wear. July is National Hot Dog Month, and she’s been thinking a lot about her sister Grace who passed away. The shirts have Mickey Mouse on them and say Hot Diggity Dog on them. Grace loved Mickey Mouse.

We were missing some of the cousins, but quite a few were with us and they had a blast.

We get to watch the fireworks right from our backyard every year. This year they were not too bad. They had some new ones, but I felt other years were better. For what it is worth, the town raises ,money every year to do them. Maybe they were short on donations this year. You still can’t beat a decent show…

Oh, and incidentally, I was able to get my yearly flag photos. Six Fourths of July for Ella and four for Andrew.

These two are growing too fast!

Friday Photo Flashback

Happy 249th Birthday, America!!

Every year I have put little flags up around our yard on the Fourth of July. Over the winter, the box must have fallen off a shelf in the garage. While cleaning the garage I found that box with my flags in it and it must have gotten wet. Those darn squirrels probably got in there and knocked it over.

I may have to run out late tonight or early tomorrow to grab a couple. If I don’t, a tradition will be broken. We’ve always gotten pictures of the kids with an American flag in their hands walking down the sidewalk. Ella was just about four months old in 2020, so we didn’t get one that year. Every year since, we have.

In 2023, I put together a collage…

We continued that tradition last year, too.

I love seeing all the pictures progress from year to year. The time just keeps flying …

I mean, it seems like we just celebrated America’s bicentennial, doesn’t it? LOL

Have a wonderful Fourth! Be safe!!

Life’s Little Moments

Update: They finally came and picked up the dryer we’ve been trying to send back. Now we have to wait for them to refund the money so we can purchase the correct dryer. In the meantime, there have been a lot of laundromat trips.

Andrew came to the laundromat with me one day this week. He wanted a candy bar from the vending machine. I bought him a Hershey bar. As he sat on the bench with me, the older gentleman who worked there said, “Oh boy, that looks good. Can I have a piece?” Without thinking twice, Andrew held up a piece for him. He politely declined and said he was joking, and thanked him.

5 minutes later, he came back and said “I have something for you. You are such a kind boy, I want to give you something special. He pulled out a brand new and uncirculated $2 bill. He said he gets them for his grandkids for Christmas. Andrew was thrilled.

The craziest thing that happened this week? I preached a funeral. For a bird.

Andrew kept talking about a bird. I told him I didn’t see a bird. So he walked me over to this bird that was, as Monty Python says, “no more.” I told them not to touch it and that I would take care of it. I found my shovel in the garage, returned to the yard and scooped it up. They asked if we could take it to the “bird doctor” like on Bluey. I said that it was a little late for the bird, because it had passed away.

I had never seen this particular kind of bird before. I searched the internet and it appeared to me a “Michigan Bluebird.”

I made the mistake of trying to dispose of it in the trash. I didn’t really think about it. They were visibly upset at the thought of this bird going in the garbage. Thinking quickly, I told them to both follow me. They asked what we were doing. I told them we were going to a have bird funeral. So I took the bird to the back of the yard, prepared a “grave,” and placed the bird in it.

So the three of us are all standing around this hole with the bird in it looking down at it. Ella said that we should pray for the bird. I asked her if she wanted to pray but she said that I should. So, I looked around at the back yards around me. I took a deep breath and while the neighbors to the left and right of me were out in their yards, I sent up prayers for the poor little black/brown and blue bird.

An “amen” followed afterward. I scooped up and replaced the dirt, covering the bird and we walked away. Ella said, “That was very nice, Daddy.”

As ridiculous as I felt, after she said that, I knew I had done the right thing.

Happy 18th Birthday!

18 years ago today, I became a father for a second time, when my son, Dimitri, was born. It is truly amazing to watch them grow from this…..

….to this….

“Don’t Blink” they say. True words.

He was always a bit more athletic than my oldest son. He loved to play T-ball, and I got to be his coach.

In high school, he took an interest in golf, and I loved being able to get out and shoot 18 holes with him.

There was never a dull moment when he was around. I was DJing an event one time, and had some music programmed ahead of time. I had left the stage for a minute to give out prizes and when I returned he had donned my headphones, put on some gold shades, and was acting like he was spinning tunes!

After my wife and I got back from Florida (and getting married), the first day back and went and watched him in his first play. He was actually very good and even sang on stage.

18 years have flown by, son. I know that life hasn’t always been easy, but I want you to know that no matter what, I love you. I am behind you 100%. If you need to talk about anything, you can come to me and I will listen without judgement. I can promise you that I will always be here for you.

You are officially an adult today. As you begin this new phase of your life, remember that the world is good at throwing you curveballs. Keep your eyes forward. Get up when you are knocked down. Never let emotions influence a decision. Forgive. Love. Be YOU.

I love you, son. Happy birthday!