Blog — ron harris

Halloween was coming soon, which my faithful readers, all four of them, know to be my favorite holiday of the year. I have been a horror fan since around the time I was potty-trained, which was not twelve as some scurrilous malcontents have erroneously suggested, but more like two. Long before I entered kindergarten, I was spending endless hours glued to my TV watching Frankenstein, the Wolfman, Dracula, the Creature from the Black Lagoon, and an endless assortment of monsters and ghouls. I could never get enough of Halloween and lived for the one night I could dress up like...

A Bodybuilder is Born: Generations Episode 20: Never turn your back on – your back! Just as there had been no joy in Mudville one summer day long ago, spirits were down in New England in our final days of summer. Football fans had grown accustomed to winning lately, since the Patriots had nabbed the Superbowl three times in the past few years. Much of this was due to having one of the greatest quarterbacks the NFL had ever seen, a handsome All-American chap named Tom Brady. What no one expected was that he would injure his knee so severely...

My guest-posing exhibition had gone quite well, all things considered. I refrained from the common practice Ron Harris of jumping off stage into the crowd to pose up close and personal for four or five minutes. I figured a little Ron goes a long way, plus I didn’t want anyone to snap some unflattering paparazzi picture and post it all over the web. Not that I was going to be flashing my privates, shaving my head, or attacking any cars with an umbrella, but if my stomach happened to be protruding at all from any angle, rumors would be flying...