No need to go to the ER.

It has never been understood by others and myself why corporations and large businesses resist in helping to establish government sponsored health care. Medicare works quite well so why not have Medicare for all? It would take away such a heavy costly burden from businesses with hundreds enough thousands of employees. Just the administration andContinue reading “No need to go to the ER.”

Book Report.

Book Report. Author of this memoir was born near Baltimore not far from Washington, DC. He co-authored with Bob Woodward the bestseller ‘All the President’s Men.’ This autobiography starts off with sixteen-year-old Carl Bernstein armed with the suggestion from his father, a local union leader that had encouraged Carl to apply for a reporter’s job.Continue reading “Book Report.”

This must be correct.

Public notice: As you know I am not one to create confusion or controversy. Right? So with my Ernest attempt to be politically correct and gender neutral, I am requesting my grandchildren to no longer refer to me as Pops, Papa, dear grandfather, or revered grandpapa. Instead I request them to refer to me asContinue reading “This must be correct.”

My star on the walk of fame?

My season in Hollywood. My cousin Don lived on Cherokee Avenue in an apartment just off Hollywood Boulevard. He was a postal worker at the Hollywood branch of the Post Office. At that time, I was in high school. Some weekends I would take the bus from my home in East L A to theContinue reading “My star on the walk of fame?”

Brothers Grimm! Kiss my butt.

`Story time rewrite. The original version of the story just does not work. The rough edges need some buffing and sanding down in order to present it responsibly to your grandchildren. Kids today just could never go for guts and gore. So, sanitizing the original story is most necessary. But all of this is dependentContinue reading “Brothers Grimm! Kiss my butt.”

That was a close shave.

Just a close shave. Darn! My electric shaver is broke. The head and foil has come apart. I thought I had another to replace it with but discovered I do not. This got me to thinking. What if I grew a beard? I tried it once or twice when in college. The miscellaneous scruff IContinue reading “That was a close shave.”

My Book Report.

Book Report. So here you have two parentless Irish immigrant kids arriving in a new country, a run-away slave seeking freedom, and a California gold mining man from China. All looking for a new life or hopefully new opportunities in the expanding land called America. Experiencing both success and hardship. Some traveling on, working for,Continue reading “My Book Report.”

Come on into my studio.

How to record music. Back in the early 1980s and up in to the mid-1990s I owned and operated a recording studio. Recording all sort of virtuosos, song writers, small bands, big bands, country, Bluegrass, gospel, rock and you name it bands. I recorded harps and harpsichords. Choirs and even one woman laughing. I recordedContinue reading “Come on into my studio.”

Write me a story.

Stepping lively in her new pink New Balance running shoes, Michael Anna was speeding between ancient class buildings. In a big freaking rush to get to her Third-World Economic class she was to lecture as an adjunct. Being a first semester senior, she had agreed to occasionally lecture with the agreement that the university wouldContinue reading “Write me a story.”

It was like having cows in our front yard.

The dairy came to us. The chilled paper carton I picked up from the dairy case read 2% MILK. Homogenized Fortified with vitamin-D. All printed on a half-gallon paper carton with a plastic screw off pouring spout. As I held it in my left hand, I couldn’t help but remember Johnny the milkman. A neatlyContinue reading “It was like having cows in our front yard.”