Bill is a Senior Staff Writer for TigerBoxing.com, a Suite101.com Expert Boxing Contributor, a member of the Boxing Writer's Association of America, an International Boxing Hall of Fame elector, and a die-hard St. Louis Cardinal fan. He's also been known to
+ more bio informationIt was a pretty cozy setting for a guy like me. I was sitting, Indian style, on the floor of my office, surrounded by motorcycle magazines, bass magazines, guitar magazines, car magazines, a primer on slide guitar, several books on electronic theory, a couple of books on tube amp repair, and one on guitar repair. Add to that ... More..
"Perfume"My young son toddled over to meHis skin scrubbed pinkKneeling on the carpet I embraced himAnd buried my nose in the nape of his neckHe giggledI filled my head with the perfumeOf innocence More..
I'm going to miss my car.About a year ago my neighbor, Rick Shirley, asked me to do a tune-up on his Harley. I'll gladly do work on my neighbor's bikes, when I have the time, and rarely charge for my work, but Rick insists on paying me. So, while he and I were on our way to the local Harley dealer for filters, gaskets, and fl... More..
So you want to "go green" but you don't know where to start? Try starting with the greenest thing you have, your grass.If you're like me, you've spent years huffing lawn mower exhaust while raising your heart rate by pushing it around the yard. Like running a 5k directly behind a loping '72 Chevy Impala. Can't be good.Here's ... More..
"I want to do whatever I want to do," proclaimed my eight-year-old son after being scolded and losing television privileges for turning on the TV before finishing his homework."Yes, and I want the same for you, but you have to be trained for it first."In the end, independence is what our children are after; we help them attai... More..
It's quite a concept for an almost-seven-year-old to grasp: A Dodger Dog is so big it hangs out of each end of the bun. My son, Lincoln, was astounded by the possibility. Every since I had bought the tickets a few days ahead of time, going to the Dodger game, and every conceivably related topic, was all he talked about. The b... More..
My wife's grandmother, Alice, stirs the fried potatoes as they crackle in her cast iron skillet and the scent of bacon fills the house. Her husband, Frank, is outside tossing peanuts to the squirrels who scamper onto the porch and scurry off with their prizes. We are in Big Bear California visiting for the weekend. The highli... More..
While chatting with one of the salesmen at a large chain music store that I frequent, the scruffy young fellow mentioned his abject poverty in an effort to guilt me into padding his commission with a purchase. I asked him if he had a place to live. He said yes, he lived with his parents. I asked if he ate every day. He said y... More..
Bill Scherer
Riverside, California US
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