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Someone named Linda

Have you ever had one of those moments? A second in time where everything just clicked into placed and you felt completely at peace. I had one of those moments this very evening. More on that later.

So here we are, once again. As I type this I am sitting on the balcony of condo 36 at the Ocean Club on Smugglers Beach in South Yarmouth, Massachusetts. I can here the waves coming to shore, and the temperature is a very pleasing 50 degrees with no wind on this dark November night. This it the 3rd year out of the past 4 that my wife Tiffany and at least 2 of my sons has made the trek here for our assigned week 46 here at the ocean club.

This was my Dad and Mom's spot. Nearly every year from the late eighties to about 2007 they made the trek across Pennsylvania, Connecticut, New York, and sometimes New Jersey and Rhode Island to Massachusetts. Dad was from here, having grown up at 5 Rebecca Road in Canton. And Mom, well she was along for the fairy tale ride that started in 1986 when th…

The Voice

The corn is cold!

The words echoed though the Howard Johnson's dining room in Newburgh, New York like the were bouncing off the walls in a cathedral. And that poor waitress, tears started to well up in her eyes as this man expressed his displeasure with the temperature of the side dish.

Of course, anyone who knew him new this was not who he was. Anyone who knew him knew he was the most kind, soft spoken, respectful, and integral man they have ever met. But they all knew - they all know - about the voice.

It was not a shouting, angry, going to rip your throat out kind of voice. But rather, a matter of fact, authoritative, this conversation or argument is over right now, stop you in your tracks (and maybe make you pee your pants a little) kind of voice.

I heard it when my grades dipped. When he caught me playing baseball after brain surgery. When my brother or sister and I were arguing and he said 'ENOUGH" and it was enough.

I remember the first time we heard him use it. Oc…

Double the awesomeness

My name is Michael Anthony Slusher. I was given this name by my Mother and Father when I came into this world on March 3rd 1973. It was the first thing I was ever called.

Since then, the thing I have been know by many other things. Currently, I am the Vice President of Operations. Fancy huh? Just another way to say dude who handles all the crap every day. I am also a Master Water Restorer, a Master Fire and Smoke Restorer, a licensed Insurance CE Instructor, and a commercial project manager

At other times in life I have been a ball player, a master debater (read it again) a member of a show choir, a coach, a student, a teacher, a son, a brother, a father, a cousin, a nephew, a grandson, a friend, and a brother from another mother.

I have been called Mikey, Mike, Big Daddy, Big Dog, Sweetest (only a couple of you will get that) Babe, Dude, Slusher, Slush, Slushbob, Slushpup, Slush Dog, Slushcious and my personal favorite Awesome McAwesomesauce (fitting don't you think?).

20 years a…

Benjamin Jacob Newman Slusher

There is a coffee table in the basement of my sister's house in Bryan, Ohio. It is probably not much different than the coffee table in your basement right now. Round with a dark wood finish, a few dings along the edge, and a couple of drawers for storage. But, like so many of my late mother's belongings, every time I see it I am taken back to another place in time.

2003. Sitting in the brand new den my parents added to their home in Gahanna. My son Ben, one hand on this table, running laps around it.

As fast as he could.

For hours on end.

And that's just who he was (and is) - his own person. He beats to his own drum, knows who he is and what he is all about. Most importantly he knows who he wants to be!

Don't get me wrong, he no longer needs to burn off his energy wearing a path in the carpet around the table. Instead, he is a night owl, who has made friends all over this world with his love of anything super-hero or anime. His room in our basement looks like a Marvel …

Headed Home

Goshen, Sardinia, Colerain, Lynchburg, Goshen again, Milford, Gahanna.......

God is Great!

We moved a lot when I was young. I was the new kid 7 times by the time I was a sophomore in high school. Making new friends, leaving old behind, and adapting to new surroundings were all old hat to me by the time my parents moved our family to the Columbus Area in 1988, to a northeast suburb called Gahanna. And though I had never heard of the place before, it would become my hometown. In fact, I have been here ever since, minus 2 years out on Buckeye Lake.

It was in Gahanna that I grew up. Met my first real best friend. Met the first girl who would break my heart. Brought my 3 sons home from the hospital after they were born. Moved my family as many times as I moved as a kid, but never made my boys the new kids in school as we stayed close to Gahanna. Got divorced, then married my true love in the Olde Sanctuary on High Street. Then rented a house in Royal Manor and, for the last 6 1/2 years, ma…