The Beginning

This is a story I have wanted to write for some time now. It is the story about how my friendship with Jim, a.k.a. Skippy, and most of all The Gang all began. It is weird though as I do not remember life without Skippy, he just seemed to have always been there. I must...

The Goshen Green Fog

It has been a while since I made an entry into the Gang Chronicles and thought I would dive back in with a skippy story or two. One thing Skippy is known for unfortunately, has been his flatulants, or farts as most people refer to them. Ever since I can remember it...

Part II: Sean goes to Tiajuana

I will pick this story up from a somewhat foggy, foggy as in mentally foggy, night out in Vegas when we were scheduled to trek to California in the morning. It was around 2 a.m. and for whatever reason, could have had something to do with Tequila shots, we decided we...

Part I: Skippy goes to Vegas

During spring break 1990 my friends Jason, Jim (aka Skippy) and I decided to drive to Vegas to hang out with our other good friend and fellow “Gang” member Mark who at the time was attending the University of Nevada Las Vegas (UNLV). In addition Sean would...

Falling Out of The Van

Skippy, you will be happy to know, this is not another story about you. In addition to the Opel, another legendary vehicle I owned was The Van. It was a copper 1989 Toyota Mini Van. I had bought it on a credit card from a dealership in Cincinnati during a bad...