I need to occupy my brain with something else.

Senior mind wanderer. I’m not sure it’s just mindless fantasizing or a sign of getting old. Especially getting old and not wanting it. Mind wondering back to teenage days. Teenage days as in thinking about teenage girls. Remembering Lucy, Vickie, Pat and Pat, Terry, Mr. Oddi the boy’s vice principal’s daughter Cheryl. What cuties theyContinue reading “I need to occupy my brain with something else.”

This is not a Hippy commune.

I live in Stillwater Oklahoma in a Cohousing community. Even though it is considered a senior community it is not assistive living. There very few residence of our Cohousing community that require special help. No inhouse nursing or physical therapy. Plus, we all do what we can do to maintain our facility and help eachContinue reading “This is not a Hippy commune.”

Romance in the parts bins.

My first job. It was my first job after getting married. I started to work in the parts and service department at Sears Sacramento 1965. My new boss, Mr. Cole said it doesn’t pay much but come and get it. So, I started in September a few days after our honeymoon. Mr. Cole had alreadyContinue reading “Romance in the parts bins.”

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.”