Empress Hotel Victoria British Columbia. Vancouver Island, March 1973. We all were riding down the hotel’s elevator and when we arrived at the main lobby, wife and I stepped out in to the lobby and ever so quickly the elevator door closed behind us. However our 3-year-old daughter Monica was still in theContinue reading “Traveling in an elevator.”
Category Archives: Social Culture
So we began to stir the pot.
Black History Month. I grew up in one of the biggest melting pots on the American continent. Los Angeles, California. People of color which includes Asians, Hispanics, Europeans, Africans(in the broader sense),indigenous people, Middle Easterners, Catholics, Jews, protestants, Atheists, conservatives, liberals, poor, wealthy, professionals, and blue collar. And anything else I left out. TodayContinue reading “So we began to stir the pot.”
Travel the world and buy a bank.
International Travel. East Los Angeles 1956. We got a call from our uncle Kelly wanting to know if we cousins want to drive with him to Tijuana Mexico. A good two hours south. And again this was pre-Interstate driving down the coastal highways. Driving the PCH and other coastal roads. So uncle Kelly shows upContinue reading “Travel the world and buy a bank.”
When in doubt, jump in the pool.
Summer 1960. My irascible aunt Elsie and I finally arrived in Wilson, Oklahoma. Elsie went on to her cousins and I checked in at my Grandmothers. Never the less, After arriving at my grandmother’s house in Wilson and all we dozens of cousins were settled in, we were assigned our sleeping spot. My cousin JackyContinue reading “When in doubt, jump in the pool.”
What is this all about?
Ask Teddy Truman. Dear Teddy, I am a middle-aged white Republican woman. Plus, I am non-queer, married but recently widowed, and for sure binary. None the less, I was told by others to never call anybody queer. I am a she and female. A girl. I don’t get all this pronoun stuff and to beContinue reading “What is this all about?”
How they did it in the 1930s.
So, this is how it happened. Ode to My Mom and Dad. He grabbed her by the shoulders and gave her a big unexpected kiss on the lips. Then she responded, “now Carl you’re not supposed to do that. When my dad told me this I could only surmise my mom had never been kissedContinue reading “How they did it in the 1930s.”
Pulling the weeds.
posted by Chuck Ayers Walking in the weeds. Did I mention to you I worked on a cattle ranch back in 1961 in northern California? I did. Hardest work I had ever done. But that aside, the ranch was just a few miles north on US-99 from the small town of Weed. Yes, Weed, California.Continue reading “Pulling the weeds.”
More better good advice.
Ask Aunty Lucille. Dear Aunty, I like to think a run a tight ship. I like everything in its place. However, I have few things to clutter or get in the way because I live a calm simple life. But I have a younger sister who often comes to visit. Which is mostly a goodContinue reading “More better good advice.”
Book Report. I thought Judy Blume wrote murder mysteries.
Book Report Many of you along with myself may have recently heard an NPR Fresh Air interview with Judy Blume. An interview more or less reviewing Ms Blume’s fifty-year-old bestseller “Are you their God. It’s me Margaret” as it was adapted into motion picture form. Ms Blume concurs that the movie adaptation pretty much followsContinue reading “Book Report. I thought Judy Blume wrote murder mysteries.”
Look who’s waving at us guys.
Seen at the ball park. There were Wayne, Rich, Warren, and me. All headed to Dodger stadium Warren, the guy with connections had box seat tickets about 10 or 12 rows back from the expensive dugout seats behind Homeplate. As far as I could tell our seats were better seats to view a baseball game.Continue reading “Look who’s waving at us guys.”
Chuck the Blogger Guy 