How does this mahogany box work?

Our very first television. It was 1952 on Simmons Avenue in East L A not that far from the Willard Battery factory water tower and just downwind from the B. F. Goodrich tire factory. The latest electronic marvels had entered our Okie home. Once television was brought into our tiny East Los Angeles Livingroom entertainmentContinue reading “How does this mahogany box work?”

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.”

Maybe I could stop paying taxes as well.

Paying Taxes. I have filed taxes since I was seventeen. However I am tired of paying taxes for the rich. My tax money has been used to pay for filling potholes in my little town and to buy M-1 Army tanks and railroads for America. Taxes also used to build vast ribbons of Interstate highwaysContinue reading “Maybe I could stop paying taxes as well.”

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.”

My star on the walk of fame?

My season in Hollywood. My cousin Don lived on Cherokee Avenue in an apartment just off Hollywood Boulevard. He was a postal worker at the Hollywood branch of the Post Office. At that time, I was in high school. Some weekends I would take the bus from my home in East L A to theContinue reading “My star on the walk of fame?”

Brothers Grimm! Kiss my butt.

`Story time rewrite. The original version of the story just does not work. The rough edges need some buffing and sanding down in order to present it responsibly to your grandchildren. Kids today just could never go for guts and gore. So, sanitizing the original story is most necessary. But all of this is dependentContinue reading “Brothers Grimm! Kiss my butt.”

Immigrants not on the Mother Road.

Today in history. On Saturday March 8, 1941 they left their homeland to explore new territories with the hope for a better and prosperous life. Leaving behind a homeland ravaged by depression and drought. It was a major decision to leave family and friends in order to explore new worlds. Never the less the decisionContinue reading “Immigrants not on the Mother Road.”

They left Oklahoma this time of the year 1941.

They were third-world immigrants. Immigrants now leaving a life of hardship and primitive living behind. But not knowing what lies ahead. But anyway they are leaving a life with No running water, cooking on a wood burning stove, and a crudely built outhouse. Farming in rural southern Oklahoma was almost impossible. Farming was with anContinue reading “They left Oklahoma this time of the year 1941.”

I do not celebrate President’s day.

Not me and never. Being an old fashioned person and maybe just an old person I only celebrate Lincolns and Washington’s birthdays. Just as I did in grade school back then and up until high school and a few decades beyond. It worked for me and others. And let me make it perfectly clear weContinue reading “I do not celebrate President’s day.”