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Christmas Los Angeles 1953.

I received as a Christmas gift from my mom and dad a red Schwinn 26-inch single speed bicycle. It had plane black handle grips, big fat balloon tires, and coaster breaks. Breaks you had to pedal backwards in order to stop. The bike was the most basic model. It was like a Ford Fiesta withContinue reading “Christmas Los Angeles 1953.”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.

Both of my sisters don’t wear glasses. So, why me? Why do I have to wear glasses? I’m a boy. A boy shouldn’t wear glasses. My sisters should wear glasses but don’t. Why not! But come to think of it, Teddy Roosevelt wore glasses He was a cowboy of sorts but didn’t sing. Right? HeContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.”

Disclaimer.

As you may have noticed… Yours truly has no clue about editing, spelling, grammar, or anything to do with written communications. Here’s why. I was born to Okie parents. Parents from the hollers of red dirt Oklahoma. I have no idea how I made it through my English and Literature classes when growing up inContinue reading “Disclaimer.”

Remember Pearl Harbor.

December 7 1972, we were living in Honolulu, Hawaii. Wife and I lived in a townhouse overlooking Pearl Country Club golf course. Our town house was just a few yards up from the eleventh tee. This incredible postcard landscape scene sloped down to a wide panorama of velvet green grass and palm trees. Which thenContinue reading “Remember Pearl Harbor.”

Book Report.

I don’t often like drawing comparisons but this book is possibly Charlie Brown and Lucy grown up as teens. The small town girl genius is secretly in love with the small town boy and her only friend at high school. The Lucy character is Delaney Doyle and the Charlie Brown character is Cash Pruett. TheContinue reading “Book Report.”

If it was left up to me…

I would wear my Jammies all day long. Both inside the house and out. But the jammies making companies should not emblaze PJs with plaid. Why do they insist on plaid? Plaid is code for someone is outside without permission. It’s a red flag for neighbors to know that someone is outside when they shouldContinue reading “If it was left up to me…”

My Britches.

I’m too big for my britches. I pull my pants up around my stomach and tighten my belt and it quickly slips down under my pregnant-looking belly. So I keep pulling them up and once again they slip down under the fatso protrudance. The frontal bumper. The belly that looks like a pot. None theContinue reading “My Britches.”

What part of Socialism do you not like?

Maybe it’s the free public libraries you don’t like. All those people reading books for free. Just get your library card and check out a book or two. Your taxes pay for it. Maybe it’s all those free public schools. Kids going to local schools at no charge. Your property taxes usually pay for publicContinue reading “What part of Socialism do you not like?”

Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.

Take them off or leave them on. It’s really interesting when I take off my glasses I look just like Gene Autry. You know the singing Cowboy. But some say I sometimes look like Mr. McGoo. But with my glasses off I have a tendency to walk in to closed doors or step in dogContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 10.”

Sometimes you do something really stupid.

And when I say you, I really mean me. I do stupid more often than not. However I got it all out of the way early in my college and part-time working career. It all happened one Christmas. Christmas of 1962. While still attending class at a local community college in East Los Angeles IContinue reading “Sometimes you do something really stupid.”