Road trip. Almost every summer our family made a road trip from Los Angeles all the way to Wilson, Oklahoma. Non-stop. Approximately 1500-miles. Usually during the month of August. The hottest month of the summer. August was the only time available for my dad’s vacation. He was low man on the seniority totem pole atContinue reading “Non-stop gas pee and go.”
Category Archives: autobiographical
Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.
The big red machine. It was big as a Frigidaire refrigerator. But with one exception. It wasn’t white like the one in my mom’s kitchen. It was a bit bigger but very red. Often found outside on the curbing around a gas station. And scribed across its front in large white lettering was ‘CokeOfCola.’ TheContinue reading “Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.”
What I wouldn’t do if eating with the Queen.
From the Confessional. I have these habits and foibles I must confess. Just to get it off my gray hairy chest. Please understand. I’m trying to be good. I love a good bowl of cereal. Especially if it is some of that homemade granola we buy at Sprouts. Sprinkle it with raisins and sunflower seeds.Continue reading “What I wouldn’t do if eating with the Queen.”
Continuing my drunk person series. DUI Dancing.
DUI Dancing Under the Influence. Back when I was a mere 18-years old in 1962 my friend Jim and I would occasionally drive up into the San Bernardino mountains east of Los Angeles and visit a friend who lived in the upper desert of Hesperia. A place that certainly can become desert hot in theContinue reading “Continuing my drunk person series. DUI Dancing.”
Okies with English as a second language.
We were not great communicators. We often responded to others inquiries with volumes of silence. Few words would come from our lips spontaneously. We Okies were slow to think and slow to reply. Mostly because we seldom spoke out loud to say anything. All of which is characteristic of southern Oklahoma red dirt Okies. OurContinue reading “Okies with English as a second language.”
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.”
Splish, splash. I was taking a bath.
Only on a Saturday. The end of the week. We would be outside early evening playing hide and seek. A very large and old sycamore tree was home base. My older brother would count to three and we all would shout as loud and fast as we could, “not-it!” Whoever was the last or slowestContinue reading “Splish, splash. I was taking a bath.”
Oh sure, it’s just a roller coaster.
It’s only a roller coaster. Before there was a Disneyland in Anaheim and before Magic Mountain was created in Southern California, there was “The Pike” in Long Beach at the water’s edge. A place most often visited by restless and sometimes rowdy sailors from the nearby Long Beach Navy station. An amusement park suited forContinue reading “Oh sure, it’s just a roller coaster.”
Fuzzy yellow baby chicks.
So do you remember those Easter egg hunts? Finding plastic eggs with little toy fuzzy yellow chickies inside? However, my personal favorite was a chocolate Easter egg. But speaking of fuzzy chickies, back when my family lived in East Los Angeles in the early 1950’s had a back yard full of Rhode Island Reds. AContinue reading “Fuzzy yellow baby chicks.”
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.”
Chuck the Blogger Guy 