ONE MAN ONE LIFE

One Man’s Memoir – In IV Acts

Daryl Hoffman, 3rd birthday
Daryl (Schuyler) Hoffman at the beach
Daryl (Schuyler) Hoffman with his dad at 260 S vine Street in Marion, OH
Daryl (Schuyler) Hoffman senior photo
Schuyler Hoffman horseback riding in Hawaii
Me with big biceps and an apple pie

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Category: Act II

  • INTERLUDE

    INTERLUDE

    GET OUT THE DAMN CLOSET I led a pretty sheltered life growing up in Marion, OH. In terms of what real life and the real world were like. Growing up in a conservative religious family, we were in the world not of the world. I was in junior high before I had any idea what…

  • A WHOLE NEW WORLD

    A WHOLE NEW WORLD

    I might have spent some time in San Diego after Richard and I parted ways, but I doubt it. When I have a goal, and set my mind to it, I want to get there as soon as possible. The first week or so in Southern California I stayed with Phil, a friend from college,…

  • ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP…ALMOST

    ALL THE WAY TO THE TOP…ALMOST

    Being in Los Angeles, First Church of the Nazarene had its share of members who were in the entrainment business. As the Mother Church for the denomination, we also received a good bit of attention from Headquarters in Kansas City, MO. James Dobson and his Focus on the Family were a big thing in the…

  • MORE CAMPING, 1979

    MORE CAMPING, 1979

     As youth director, I think it was expected that I would participate in the summer camps, especially being a member of the mother church. The camp was held in the San Jacinto mountains at Idyllwild. I’m sure the camp had a name, but we all just called it Idlewild. It was a sort of rustic…

  • ADAM AND STEVE

    ADAM AND STEVE

    Steve was one of the best looking young men I have ever met in my life. Long blond hair, lean muscular body, a basketball and baseball jock, pretty face, perpetually ruddy cheeks, and a dazzling smile. He was 17 when we met at camp. I don’t recall if he was in my cabin nor, if…

  • WHO SHOT JR

    WHO SHOT JR

    I began my “career” in food service at The Old Spaghetti Factory in Hollywood, CA. In the tradition of that company, the restaurant was housed in an old brick warehouse building, with a trolley car in the middle, furnished with antiques—booths made from the headboards and footboards of antique beds, antique tables and chairs, and…

  • BACK TO THE NEW WORLD

    BACK TO THE NEW WORLD

    I took a 10-day Caribbean Cruise with Rodney and Jimmy. I’m not sure why Steve wasn’t part of that. Maybe because of the money or something. We booked it through a travel agent friend from church. He suggested 10 days, saying seven isn’t enough and 14 can be too much. It was on one of…

  • LOVE AND LAGUNA BEACH

    LOVE AND LAGUNA BEACH

    After Jon Ross and I split up, I rented a room from Mary, a fellow server at Tony’s Sea Landing. I’d visited Laguna Beach and knew that’s where I wanted to be. Taking the room with Mary gave me the chance to get away from Jon Ross, regroup and look for a place to live…

  • SCOTT & SKY SITTIN IN A TREE

    So, dating. I don’t know. Did we really go out on dates or was it just sleeping together? I had my little one-bedroom apartment in town, he lived in a house his parents owned, on Bluebird Canyon, south of town. We spent time at both. I suppose we went to dinner, out to the bars,…

  • IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

    IT’S A SMALL WORLD AFTER ALL

    I met Saif at Main Street. Saif was a tall, dark haired, attractive man—middle Eastern descent. He played the piano and sang there. While other pianobarists would sometimes allow others to sing, Saif had a lot of friends who were singers—he’d been a singer at Disneyland for a year or so. Many of them would…