Dear readers of this blog. For the next ten days or so I will be out of office. Out of pocket. Away from this blogmafacation. My wife, Sheba, and myself will be away on vacation. We will be gone to protect our grandkids from their abusive parents. How dare they expect our tender little grandiesContinue reading “won’t be gone for long.”
Road trip. Almost every summer our family made a road trip from Los Angeles all the way to Wilson, Oklahoma. Non-stop. Approximately 1500-miles. Usually during the month of August. The hottest month of the summer. August was the only time available for my dad’s vacation. He was low man on the seniority totem pole atContinue reading “Non-stop gas pee and go.”
Inflight entertainment. Those of you who have flown recently have notice and perhaps used one of several seat-back entertainment devices. Video games, movies, music, audio books, and more. However, back in the 1970s you might remember inflight movies. Movies shown on three or four pull-down screens overhead of the center aisle. Screens about six orContinue reading “Flying entertainment free.”
The big red machine. It was big as a Frigidaire refrigerator. But with one exception. It wasn’t white like the one in my mom’s kitchen. It was a bit bigger but very red. Often found outside on the curbing around a gas station. And scribed across its front in large white lettering was ‘CokeOfCola.’ TheContinue reading “Only five-cents for a bottle of dark deliciousness.”
Roadside Poetry. He had his paddle. He served the ball. Across the net. Whizzed a mighty pickleball. Burma shave Go to Burma-Shave – Wikipedia Cute little red fence post signs in sequence about fifty feet apart with humorous limericks. Generally seen out on long stretches of old US highways from the 1940sto the 1970s.
Continuing the series on drunk people I run into from time to time. Remember the drunk guy I told you about at Dodger stadium tossing willy-nilly many bags of roasted peanuts while the police drug him out of the stadium? Then there was a drunk man on a flight from Chicago who finger played theContinue reading “Just another drunk in the sky.”
Just so you won’t think I fell into a black hole and will never return, I am on holiday in the Land of Enchantment. Sometimes called New Mexico. My bluetooth keyboard and iPhone is too slow to compose anything of a serious magnatude. Just short dopey statements like this. So enjoy the blather break. Chuck.
Continuing my drunk persons series. Before we get started you remember last time a week or so back about the drunk woman at a casino lounge show who kept shouting her request for Lobamba? Play Lobamba! Then a month or so back the drunk man at a Dodger game who had a tray full ofContinue reading “Bumble stumble and wobble.”
Free casino shows. So, wife and I were up in Lake Tahoe several years back visiting a number of casinos. Walking from place to place observing and listening to various free lounge acts. However, we were not gambling our hard-earned monies. No sir! Not us. One act that we stood back from the performance stageContinue reading “Standing next to a shouting drunk lady.”
This is an article I submitted several years ago and published by the Chicago Tribune in their Sunday Travel section. Three different guidedogs flew with me at different times over the years. Flying with the Dogs By Me February 8, 2004 A helpful American Airlines employee escorts the two of us down the jetway forContinue reading “How to train a dog to fly.”