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.”

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.”

Brothers Grimm! Kiss my butt.

`Story time rewrite. The original version of the story just does not work. The rough edges need some buffing and sanding down in order to present it responsibly to your grandchildren. Kids today just could never go for guts and gore. So, sanitizing the original story is most necessary. But all of this is dependentContinue reading “Brothers Grimm! Kiss my butt.”

That was a close shave.

Just a close shave. Darn! My electric shaver is broke. The head and foil has come apart. I thought I had another to replace it with but discovered I do not. This got me to thinking. What if I grew a beard? I tried it once or twice when in college. The miscellaneous scruff IContinue reading “That was a close shave.”

But wait a minute buster.

They come to serve. I still get a big charge out of a wait staffer when coming to take your food or drink order at our favorite restaurants. Especially when they are a new hire. Our last encounter was with a young man probably a freshman college student at the nearby State University. Most likelyContinue reading “But wait a minute buster.”

Celebrating one’s own birthday is embarrassing.

Don’t like being the center of attention. Especially for my own inconsequential birthday. To me there is nothing about growing old that excites me enough to get silly and wear pointy hats. Here is my suggestion for celebrating birthdays. Just celebrate the zeros. Yes, just celebrate the 20s, the 30s, the 40s, etc etc. YouContinue reading “Celebrating one’s own birthday is embarrassing.”

Not certain of the ending yet.

I am reading a book. A book titled Black, White, and the Grey. It’s about a New York white guy who wants to establish his own restaurant in Georgia. A restaurant cheffed by a black woman. A black woman who lives in New York but the two of them establishes a restaurant in Savanna, Georgia.Continue reading “Not certain of the ending yet.”

It was just Barberism.

From the time I could first remember, my dad cut my hair. From about two-years old and up to age 13 my Okie dad was my exclusive hair stylist. My dad would have me sit on a stack of Los Angeles telephone directories and Yellow pages all piled on a dining chair he sat outContinue reading “It was just Barberism.”

I no longer wish to be Binary.

Dear You, I am going non-binary. No longer shall I be called or referred to as Papa. I am going to catch up with the politically correct trend. So mo more Pops or Daddy. No more Uncle Chuck. Just call me Family Relative. No he nor him or Grandfather. Just call me an it. Yes,Continue reading “I no longer wish to be Binary.”

More about this Rose Parade thing.

Before I forget, I need to mention what happens the night before the Rose Parade in Pasadena, California. Sometimes called New Year’s Eve. At about 10-PM people start gathering on Colorado Boulevard in the safe areas between the blue line and the curb. People setting up their viewing space out from the curb with foldingContinue reading “More about this Rose Parade thing.”