Here is the father, called Sir by his daughter, of one of my favorite bloggers, Autty Jade. Stop buy and say hi! I’m sure we are all going to love him. This is his VERY FIRST post, but I can’t wait for #2!!! Welcome Sir!! πŸ™‚

to sire with love

These Lonely, Nocturnal Wanderings, Deep into those Grimy, Noir NightsThe following travesty of Justice happened back in 1983 when I was in my early Roaring Twenties, freshly on my own.

At the time I was living in a one-room apartment in a somewhat scary part of the city, in Ohio. Down the street loomed a drug den and lawmen sirens were sonorously heard often through the night. I had a most beaten-in Dodge Valiant, but it ran (usually). It got me to university- that’s what mattered. I was living the life of Ramen noodles and had a gas stipend from Dad, and I wore his old, hand-me-down brown tweedy suits that were too short. Fabulous times.

I had just wrapped up my College Major of Technical Communication (one of several majors tried on, and then this one I kept- stupendous entry job ads on Prof’s door really helped!) and had now signed up for the so very few slots…

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Hi, I'm Marsha Ingrao, author, blogger and retired teacher/consultant. Read more about me here. http://wp.me/P7tP3I-2

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        1. Sorry Ralph, I wondered why Sir was leaving me two comments, and I didn’t connect it with your last comment until now. I’ll blame it on the constrictions of iPhone blogging. Another adventure in itself. :). ML

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        1. Poor Sir, Now he has been thoroughly initiated into the crazy world of the blogs, complete with its own language. Should be no harder than learning klingon. ffosoeox tibi wlele Ralph, wewe, ni uniunuzi chinhow yawnd mamawm bayoam yako signal tulo πŸ™‚ In English, Sir, that means, Ralph is crazy, but we all love him anyway.

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          1. Whew! I was worried that you had forgotten how to use your battle of the words sword since I left you all those sweet Swahili words!!! You get me into another language and my vocabulary shallows down to romance words only. I figure it’s suicidal to learn fighting words in a foreign language! πŸ™‚ P.S. I’m glad I’m your favorite Marsha. How many Marshas do you know????? hahahaha I was my grandfather’s favorite granddaughter too….. Out of 1. Mars-ha πŸ™‚ xo πŸ™‚

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  1. Hello, Marsha. Thanks a ton for reblogging my first post. I had a little help with the photos, from Smilingtoad’s vast array of pictures; her “precious” Noire Collection :). Getting followers already, thanks for a great beginning for this newwwbie excursion!

    More to come, just warming up ;).

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