Category Archives: community

Put butter in it and roll it up.

No nothing like it. We were residence on Simmons Avenue in East Los Angeles. Speaking for myself, I lived there for an approximate ten years. Then we moved further east into a quaint and quiet but mostly dull suburb. But back to Simmons Avenue in East L A, next door to the north of usContinue reading “Put butter in it and roll it up.”

I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.

The Golden State/Sooner State connection. Having grown up in a tiny house near a major industrial area in Los Angeles, we were just down wind from the B F Goodrich tire factory. Almost in the shadow of the Willard Battery water tower. Just north of the railroad tracks near the Union Pacific switching yards. AContinue reading “I love the smell of fresh pressed rubber tires.”

So we began to stir the pot.

  Black History Month. I grew up in one of the biggest melting pots on the American continent.  Los Angeles, California.  People of color which includes Asians, Hispanics, Europeans, Africans(in the broader sense),indigenous people, Middle Easterners, Catholics, Jews, protestants, Atheists, conservatives, liberals, poor, wealthy, professionals, and blue collar.  And anything else I left out. TodayContinue reading “So we began to stir the pot.”

I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.

                                                You work with what you got. In my early days of learning to cook, improvisation was the key.  If you do not have the correct items as specified on a recipe, then improvise.  Right? Well I would try to come close to the recipe as possible.  That was my mantra as a 12-year-old.  NeverContinue reading “I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.”

You mean I have to read the thing?

Newspaper shrinkage. As you have noticed newspapers are becoming smaller. Fewer pages. Fewer articles. Reduced sections. Some papers have eliminated two days of the week. Some stopped printing the Monday and Tuesday issues. Some papers resemble my smaller old “Weekly Reader” from grade school. Some newspapers are so small these days they could easily beContinue reading “You mean I have to read the thing?”

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.”

Don’t let the children and widows hear this.

posted by Chuck Ayers Voices coming from above. Our weekends went something like this. Saturday early evening we kids would be near the big sycamore tree and home base in front of our house and out on the parkway between the sidewalk and curb by the street. My older brother would say when I countContinue reading “Don’t let the children and widows hear this.”

This is not a Hippy commune.

I live in Stillwater Oklahoma in a Cohousing community. Even though it is considered a senior community it is not assistive living. There very few residence of our Cohousing community that require special help. No inhouse nursing or physical therapy. Plus, we all do what we can do to maintain our facility and help eachContinue reading “This is not a Hippy commune.”

The removal of early California history.

Architecture In my little town I grew up in there was an adobe structure very much like the Spanish missions of early California. It sat far back about a hundred yards from the nearby boulevard. It was something like an apartment or dormitory building instead. An adobe dwelling that was framed with leafy cypress andContinue reading “The removal of early California history.”