Brenda Johnson
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Rubber Bands and Paperclips
Two full years before the original adventures of MacGyver graced our living rooms, I was the queen of rubber bands and paperclips. Though my on-the-spot repairs might not have saved the world, fixing a broken copy machine that died halfway through printing the monthly report was almost a hero move. With my arsenal of masking tape, erasers, paperclips, rubber bands, and dental floss, I could fix almost any equipment in the Personnel Office. Well, it wasn’t exactly fixed, but it would hold together nicely until a repairman or replacement could arrive.
By Brenda Johnson5 years ago in Confessions
Time to Breathe
It was a warm summer evening in Coronado. The gentle breeze brought the fresh sea air past the beach and into downtown. A man and his date were exiting the Village Theater and chatting about the movie that they had just seen. The man had chosen the theater for its intimacy and retro vibe. The inside of the theater was adorned with heavy drapes and intricate wooden carvings which added to the experience. The woman had clearly enjoyed the venue. It was the couple’s first official date.
By Brenda Johnson5 years ago in Humans
Grandfather
I hold the little black book tightly, as though I could squeeze the answers out of it. The book is my grandfather’s gift to me, filled with amazing stories of european dignitaries and royalty that he met or had shared a drink with. His was a life filled with travel and negotiations while working as a head engineer at the European branch of Boeing. The book also mentions times when he was young and growing up in the depression. Stories of dirt floors, hard work, and not a lot to eat. It was not the grandfather I knew. The man that I knew had long since retired when I came along. He lived in a comfortable home, and he filled his days mentoring students at the local library, cross stitching intricate landscapes, and playing silly old songs on his banjo.
By Brenda Johnson5 years ago in Families
