Category Archives: college

Latino extraordinaire 

  Let’s just call her Julie.  A 21-year-old Latina who was born in America to Mexican immigrants.  She is now enrolled in a nearby four-year university on her way to becoming an interpreter for the deaf and blind.  She should graduate in 2025 with a BA degree.  And is bilingual.  Fluent in both English andContinue reading “Latino extraordinaire ”

He wore his glasses on the end of his nose.

Walter the genius boy. It was fall 1963 and I had just transferred from a junior college in Los Angeles. Transferring to a small private college in Oklahoma City. I did this in part to get out of L A plus my cousin, a recent grad of this small school, thought it could work forContinue reading “He wore his glasses on the end of his nose.”

Look at that little ball go.

  Watching and watching. Way back when our youngest daughter-40 was only youngest daughter-3 Sheba(aka spouse) and I took youngest daughter to the science museum in Boston.  This was back when Sheba was in grad school at Simmons College 1986.  When you enter the main lobby of the science museum there was a large squareContinue reading “Look at that little ball go.”

The Freshman 24/7.

  College Freshmen are the more stupider. First semester of my freshman year I thought I could juggle two jobs along with the last week of my college classes.  I was in the final week before Christmas break December 1962.  Our class counselor told me of a seasonal job at the Sears west coast catalogueContinue reading “The Freshman 24/7.”

I like my cornbread in a tall glass of buttermilk.

Meals on 4-wheels. In our little town there are an over abundance of burrito food trucks. Plus, too many chicken and pizza trucks. None the less, where are the food trucks with the real food? Because of the high population of college students here in our little town food trucks are cooking too much fastContinue reading “I like my cornbread in a tall glass of buttermilk.”

Wheels are down and we’re coming in.

Low flying pie in the sky. April 1967. We had just moved down from Sacramento getting ready for me to start classes at Pepperdine L A. For a short while at first we lived in a large apartment complex in Inglewood with pool and was somewhat expensive. But it was a month to month andContinue reading “Wheels are down and we’re coming in.”

If I were a car, I’d be a Beetle.

Automobile manufacturers! Do this! First a bit about my car and my thrifty background. The most fun I ever had driving any vehicle was back in my college years living in Los Angeles. Spring 1967 up to my first real job in 1969. Driving a car by the seat of the pants and mostly handsContinue reading “If I were a car, I’d be a Beetle.”

I’m not running for President.

The theatrical mask of conservatism. If I were running for President I would NOT invoke the name of Ronald Reagan. He is the reason missiles were shipped to our enemy Iran. Iran then sent payment to the far-right wing military group the Contras in Nicaragua. A ploy against the recent law made in congress prohibitingContinue reading “I’m not running for President.”

But everything is painted a horrid blue.

Yes, I attended Pepperdine University. But not the campus located on the scenic western hills of Malibu, California and just up from the Pacific Coast Highway. Not the one with Spanish architectural designs with adobe and red tile buildings and dormitories. No not the one overlooking the vast expanse of the peaceful Pacific ocean. NoContinue reading “But everything is painted a horrid blue.”