Oh give me a home where no real estate brookers roam.

Homelessness resolved. The trouble with Homelessness is the wrong people get involved. Land developers, real estate brokers, and ambitious architects. Not to mention over anxious freeway and parking lot builders. This might sound funny but it is true. The city comes up with available building space and before you know it others with dollar signsContinue reading “Oh give me a home where no real estate brookers roam.”

Holidays and Mondays.

Birthdays and holidays. I think it is dishonoring prominent men in history when celebrating their special day on a subsequent Monday instead on their actual birthday. Martin Luther King’s birthday was on Saturday this year. Parades could easily be on a Saturday rather than the following Monday. As we did in my school days, I’dContinue reading “Holidays and Mondays.”

Book Report: Just a pig in a poke.

Book Report Many decades ago, I would ride along with my dad to his job to pick up his weekly paycheck. We drove through what was known as the Vernon meatpacking district of Los Angeles. Food processing plants with adjacent feedlots with about a dozen cows or hogs in each roaming in its confines. WeContinue reading “Book Report: Just a pig in a poke.”

Ron’s grandma, Ron, and me.

Intergenerational laughs. I would often go home after school with my friend Ron. Ron lived with his grandmother in an apartment near our high school where Ron and I attended. I knew her as Mrs. Powell, a savvy senior woman and an up-to-date on current pop culture. And for certain a good cook. I wasContinue reading “Ron’s grandma, Ron, and me.”

They came from out of the blue.

The things you see on television. My friend Jim and I stopped at a Motel Six in Albuquerque to spend the night. Our travels started in Oklahoma City and we were on the way to Los Angeles driving route-66. Headed home for the semester break. Later that same evening I turned on the TV toContinue reading “They came from out of the blue.”

There I was. Me, on national TV.

My sorted and reckless past When a senior in high school on some weekends I would catch the metro bus and ride a fair distance which included a transfer in downtown Los Angeles headed to Hollywood. About an hour trip traveling about 30-miles. I lived on the east side of L A and Hollywood, whereContinue reading “There I was. Me, on national TV.”

A family’s history has to begin somewhere.

So here is how it all began. I was born and grew up in Los Angeles, California. East Los Angeles to be precise in a working-class neighborhood. An unincorporated section of the greater Los Angeles area east of the all-concrete Los Angeles River. And in a community just east and downwind of the B FContinue reading “A family’s history has to begin somewhere.”

You should see this at least once.

January 1, 1999 Pasadena California. I was invited by the City of Pasadena, along with five other guests to sit in the front row at the curb to view the annual Tournament of Roses parade. This was offered to visually impaired and family. So, Ronda, her sister and brother-in-law, our youngest daughter and a friend,Continue reading “You should see this at least once.”