Category Archives: I wrote this

Oh yes, then there was this in the first ten years. East Los Angeles 1949. It was a chilling cold and near freezing January morning. In retrospect, a bit cold for southern California. I was in kindergarten at Montebello Park Elementary school and this was the only time I was at the same school myContinue reading “Waiting for snow in L A.”

I can’t remember when I first went ‘trick or treating.’  I must had gone with my older siblings at about age 5 or 6.  But when I was in second grade, my mom bought me a clown costume from Woolworth’s.  I wore it to school in the second grade where we had a Halloween partyContinue reading “What need Halloween?”

/ Book Report I chose this book out of curiosity.  A book about flying and the airline industry.  However, if you know someone who might be interested in either learning to fly leading up to becoming a pilot or just wanting to work for an airline, this is the book for him or her.  AContinue reading “Book Report”

Jewish people I have known. Joe Ruben, my father’s tax accountant was a soft-spoken kindly man.  And he had a nice family with three kids.  Kids I went to school with.  Most of all he had a swimming pool he let we Christian kids swim in. Then there was Al Fishman and his cute sisterContinue reading “I don’t see what is the big issue.”

I need some toe floss. Yes, toe floss.  Like a thick 12-inch cotton string with a knot every inch or so.  I need a dozen or two.  Don’t really like running my fingers between my toes to remove the sludge.  I need a special device like “toe floss.”  Something to pull out random particles collectedContinue reading “Hose those toes”

Yet another next ten years. Where we moved to in 1954 backed up against rolling hills.  Some as high as 800-feet.  Hills with old abandoned oil wells, a few roaming cows and horses, and a small ranch in a valley area where a rodeo performer and trick rider lived.  It would have been a greatContinue reading “Faster than a speeding two wheeler.”

Oh yes, then there was this in the first ten years. East Los Angeles 1949. It was a chilling cold and near freezing January morning.  In retrospect, a bit cold for southern California.  I was in kindergarten at Montebello Park Elementary school and this was the only time I was at the same school myContinue reading “Boy, did we ever get a snow job.”

MIA. I am looking for my long-lost cousin, Stephen Shelby Webb. I last saw and talked with him in Roseburg, Oregon back in 1973 when spouse and I stopped at a Denney’s and met him there. Steve as I called him was a bus driver in Roseburg and formerly a shipmate on an intelligence gatheringContinue reading “Help me find my cousin.”

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