OkieMan

To hell with partisan politics.

I’m tired of it. We need someone or some group who can keep us on an even Kiel. The last president did his best to run our country into the ground. He was more taken by authoritarians and rogues than people vested in normal American politics. We knew he was capable of this by hisContinue reading “To hell with partisan politics.”

Painted mostly black.

Back in my collegiate years and commuting from the little town of Inglewood to Pepperdine University I found it necessary to purchase a second car. While I was in college my wife drove our only car to her work in Westchester. Necessitating the need for a second car for me. Just a car for reliableContinue reading “Painted mostly black.”

A tale of two neighborhoods.

It was the best of times and the worst of times. It all started out in our little working class community in East Los Angeles. Located between the B. F. Goodrich tire factory on the west end and the Edison high tension power lines on the east. About two miles from end to end. SeeContinue reading “A tale of two neighborhoods.”

I no longer wish to be Binary.

Dear You, I am going non-binary. No longer shall I be called or referred to as Papa. I am going to catch up with the politically correct trend. So mo more Pops or Daddy. No more Uncle Chuck. Just call me Family Relative. No he nor him or Grandfather. Just call me an it. Yes,Continue reading “I no longer wish to be Binary.”

Oh my! I could have driven that thing.

Dateline Los Angeles. My dad had assumed ownership from his oldest daughter a dull blue 1937 Ford sedan back when I was in high school. This was in the late 1950s up until the early 1960s. The twenty year old vehicle was my older sisters but gave up when she moved away. The old blueContinue reading “Oh my! I could have driven that thing.”

More about this Rose Parade thing.

Before I forget, I need to mention what happens the night before the Rose Parade in Pasadena, California. Sometimes called New Year’s Eve. At about 10-PM people start gathering on Colorado Boulevard in the safe areas between the blue line and the curb. People setting up their viewing space out from the curb with foldingContinue reading “More about this Rose Parade thing.”

Let us pretend…

Let’s pretend I am a high school principal and school district administrator in a school district with a half dozen schools. One high school, one middle school, and about four or so elementary schools. And as it should be all parents is demanding accountability for every dollar spent. Dollars collected through county and business taxes.Continue reading “Let us pretend…”

1950s voice recognition.

Some things were best left alone to its own unique device. A good idea gone bad? A communication instrument that was user friendly and had ease of operation. Very simple and fast. Just pick up and talk into the heavy black phone receiver and it would follow your commands. Usually. However this was 1952. Wilson,Continue reading “1950s voice recognition.”

Football Schmootball.

“I don’t understand the rules.” Granddaughter E-9 came back from the Common House where Gramma and many others were watching the big TV. Watching the local university play another university in football in the black-n-blue bowl. E-9 came back to Sheba’s and my little cottage. Granddaughter walked in and proclaimed, “I don’t understand the footballContinue reading “Football Schmootball.”

Real man coffee.

I am going to re-gift my French blend coffee beans. Got them for Christmas and perhaps someone else I might know likes French blend. Right? I don’t. My coffee drinking mentor was my Okie farmer dad. He almost always drank his coffee black. Just coffee grounds straight from a can of Folgers. I am almostContinue reading “Real man coffee.”