Ted Gresham – April 2026

My Vertiginous Life

What the hell does that mean? It means dizzy, woozy, giddy, light-headed. It really means I vacillate between, “what the hell is going on…” to “Duhhh.” Thinking is not what it used to be. Time is a bastard that sneaks away before I can get anything done. My hands shake pretty bad, making typing difficult. Let’s just say I know where the back-space key is and having spell-check and grammar check is very handy. Therefore, this website is not as far along, nor does it have the amount of content I wish it had.

I’d really rather be writing something interesting than spending so much time laboring over this site. But this website is important. I really want you to discover new things and uncover the exceptional vagaries of my disjointed life. And there’s so much to write!

A week or two ago I was riding along looking out the window of the car as my wife drove. We passed the Pepsi Warehouse, maybe a half-mile from our house. I’ve seen it a billion times. But on that day a little bell went off. I remembered, I worked there! No kidding! For a rather short time in 1979 I worked there helping load the trucks with Pepsi products. A friend got me the job. I don’t remember when I left.

That friend who helped me get the job at Pepsi was a supervisor there. He was also one of the group of people who helped with The Friendship House, a local fellowship my wife and I opened in the spring of ’79. Like so many other things I tried, it crashed badly. That’s another story. My fair day friends ran away, as is the case, including the Pepsi guy. Maybe that’s why I quit. I can’t be sure, it was too long ago.

That’s the thing. Like I said, so much stuff in my head. The job at Pepsi was no big deal, just a way to make a few bucks. The Friendship House, now there’s a story. I hadn’t even thought about that place until I started this little post. My working at Pepsi and heading up The Friendship House run together. But that’s a story for another day.

Just now I am pulling my hair out trying to make the website look better and trying to come up with new stories and trying to upload more of my old short-stories and then just trying to live and breathe… it’s hard to do. Sometimes it’s very wearisome. arg.

I’m doing the best I can, dear friend. All I ask of you is that you read my stories and respond to me about them. If you like what you find, share it. That would be cool. Also, click that link over there with the coffee cup on it and help me out a bit. It’s absurd how expensive it is to keep a website like this one up. Everybody wants money. I guess they have bills to pay like me. Imagine that!

I have to get the potatoes in the oven for dinner now. I’ll slip out of here. Before you click away, read a few stories. Some of them you can listen to! So go, it’s been nice to have you here.

Later!👍