Book Report.

February 1 2023 On this same date in 2003 I woke up to the news the Space shuttle Columbia broke apart on its re-entry over Texas and scattered it’s remains from Texas to Louisiana. I and others were about to graduate from the Guide dog school in San Rafael, California just north of San Francisco.Continue reading “Book Report.”

Holidays and Mondays.

Birthdays and holidays. I think it is dishonoring prominent men in history when celebrating their special day on a subsequent Monday instead on their actual birthday. Martin Luther King’s birthday was on Saturday this year. Parades could easily be on a Saturday rather than the following Monday. As we did in my school days, I’dContinue reading “Holidays and Mondays.”

It was one of those days Roosevelt said.

Honolulu Hawaii, A fading orange sun was slowly sinking into the placid central blue Pacific.  The mournful sounds of Taps was sounding out from the distinctive white structure of the Arizona Memorial in the waters of Pearl Harbor. As I observed this from the lanai   from the back of our townhouse overlooking all of PearlContinue reading “It was one of those days Roosevelt said.”

Why do those guys talk like that?

Who’s correct here? People north of the Canadian border or south? And I am talking correct pronunciation of certain words. When speaking of living in a house is it howse as the southern neighbors pronounce it or howoose as the northern neighbors pronounce it. When pronouncing the word about is it abowt or is itContinue reading “Why do those guys talk like that?”

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.”