A tale of two neighborhoods.

It was the best of times and the worst of times. It all started out in our little working class community in East Los Angeles. Located between the B. F. Goodrich tire factory on the west end and the Edison high tension power lines on the east. About two miles from end to end. SeeContinue reading “A tale of two neighborhoods.”

Where is that guy who created Toy Story?

Whatever happened to John Lasseter? Remember John Lasseter? He and Steve Jobs started Pixar. The animation studios that produced Toy Story and other computer animated movies including Cars. Read the book ‘Steve Jobs by Walter Isaacson. Many pages were devoted to explaining who John Lasseter was back then. But sadly he was released from DisneyContinue reading “Where is that guy who created Toy Story?”

Miss Daisey couldn’t do it any better.

Witnessing the unordinary. Wife and I attended a nearby church in Inglewood California where we were living at that time. This was the mid-1960s and saw interesting things happen there. Some of which were meeting and greeting media celebrities. Pop singers and movie actors. But the most amazing event that happened most Sunday mornings wasContinue reading “Miss Daisey couldn’t do it any better.”

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.”

Oh sure, it’s just a roller coaster.

It’s only a roller coaster. Before there was a Disneyland in Anaheim and before Magic Mountain was created in Southern California, there was “The Pike” in Long Beach at the water’s edge. A place most often visited by restless and sometimes rowdy sailors from the nearby Long Beach Navy station. An amusement park suited forContinue reading “Oh sure, it’s just a roller coaster.”

Fuzzy yellow baby chicks.

So do you remember those Easter egg hunts? Finding plastic eggs with little toy fuzzy yellow chickies inside? However, my personal favorite was a chocolate Easter egg. But speaking of fuzzy chickies, back when my family lived in East Los Angeles in the early 1950’s had a back yard full of Rhode Island Reds. AContinue reading “Fuzzy yellow baby chicks.”

Call the bum out.

It was a really nice mild spring evening 1962. My friend Ron and I were at Dodger Stadium to watch an early season baseball game. What a beautiful ball park the Dodgers have. The outfield grass trimmed nice and even with a lush field of green. Dirt infield raked and smooth. All just right forContinue reading “Call the bum out.”