Homeroom was not for the faint of heart.

Second period. At our junior high second period was always ‘Homeroom.’ Meaning we had an extra 30-minutes to discuss topics not related to the period’s curriculum. This was seventh grade 1956. The curriculum was metal shop. Our teacher was Mr. Leo Fanar. A tall balding man in his thirties and about six-foot two. He stoodContinue reading “Homeroom was not for the faint of heart.”

What does this have to do with my science class?

Ranching is not for me. Junior high L A County 1958. I had Mr. Macintyre’s eight grade science class fourth period just before lunch break. We were all just settling in at our desks when Mr. Byerman, a tall red hair and bespectacled no non-sense teacher with a public-address speaker like voice came to Mac’sContinue reading “What does this have to do with my science class?”

Ron’s grandma, Ron, and me.

Intergenerational laughs. I would often go home after school with my friend Ron. Ron lived with his grandmother in an apartment near our high school where Ron and I attended. I knew her as Mrs. Powell, a savvy senior woman and an up-to-date on current pop culture. And for certain a good cook. I wasContinue reading “Ron’s grandma, Ron, and me.”

There I was. Me, on national TV.

My sorted and reckless past When a senior in high school on some weekends I would catch the metro bus and ride a fair distance which included a transfer in downtown Los Angeles headed to Hollywood. About an hour trip traveling about 30-miles. I lived on the east side of L A and Hollywood, whereContinue reading “There I was. Me, on national TV.”

A family’s history has to begin somewhere.

So here is how it all began. I was born and grew up in Los Angeles, California. East Los Angeles to be precise in a working-class neighborhood. An unincorporated section of the greater Los Angeles area east of the all-concrete Los Angeles River. And in a community just east and downwind of the B FContinue reading “A family’s history has to begin somewhere.”

You should see this at least once.

January 1, 1999 Pasadena California. I was invited by the City of Pasadena, along with five other guests to sit in the front row at the curb to view the annual Tournament of Roses parade. This was offered to visually impaired and family. So, Ronda, her sister and brother-in-law, our youngest daughter and a friend,Continue reading “You should see this at least once.”

A good reason to dislike Xmas.

Reoccurring Dream. Have you ever dreamed the same dream over and over?  I think some have but I had this dream where I show up for the last college class and it is finals day.  Absolutely unprepared for this.  Having missed almost all the remaining semester’s classes and not ready for the final test.  WhatContinue reading “A good reason to dislike Xmas.”

Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.

It was about two days away from Thanksgiving. I’m guessing it was 1958 and I was in the eighth grade. Maybe I was fourteen or fifteen. Don’t really remember. But anyway, My lot in life at that time was to walk to school and walk home. I walked every day. Ever since first grade. ToContinue reading “Don’t let her rub you the wrong way.”

What’s the matter with L A.

L A is a great big freeway. Growing up in Los Angeles in the 1950s I witnessed the excavation and construction of some of the first so-called Freeways in southern California. However, the first real freeway was constructed about the same time I was born and it went into service just after that. An uninterruptedContinue reading “What’s the matter with L A.”

A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.

Okie Poetry This sure am not Hollywood Nineteen forty-one was the year Carl, Sr. and his bashful bride Left the parched and dry farm. They arrived in the coast to the west with two Toddlers in tow. Carl, Jr. and Peggy Sue. The four of them fresh off The Route some called 66. One man’sContinue reading “A poem from the Red Dirt Plaines.”