posted by Chuck Ayers
Book Report
I am not one who necessarily chooses books because of a possible Romance in the story’s scenario. No, not me. But it happens by accident once in a while. So this is one of those occasional whiles.
So this successful musician who is often on the road and away from his wife and child, comes to an abrupt halt when his wife is killed in a mass shooting at a shopping mall. Faced with the daunting fact he still has a child at home needing his full attention. Therefore he quits the road band and starts a small construction business in order to spend more time at home with his grade school daughter. A daughter who is becoming less and less interested in school and a problem for the father to deal with. In the meantime the child’s deceased mother’s birth mother locates the adopting father by Email and wishes to establish a connection with the granddaughter. And it gets complicated from there.
Title: A Spanish Sunrise, by Boo Walker, family fiction2022.
Library of Congress annotation:
“Adjusting to the death of his wife hasn’t been easy on Baxter Shaw—or on their eight-year-old daughter, Mia. Baxter has left his band and abandoned his dreams to focus on being a single father, but it’s not enough: Mia’s exhibiting escalating behavioral problems. And neither has been able to face the past head-on…until the past reaches out to them. After surprising results from a DNA test, Baxter and Mia journey to southeastern Spain to connect with their mysterious roots. Staying in a centuries-old villa on a renowned olive oil estate, they come to know the family they never realized they had, including a woman whose strength and passion for the estate remind Baxter of the love he lost—and that it’s not too late to rekindle his own dreams. For Baxter and Mia, it’s a healing season in Spain, and the romance of the culture awakens a new outlook on life. But when long-simmering family secrets surface and the estate’s fate is called into question, Baxter must choose to let go of the past if he ever hopes to find love and live again.”
Summary: Not sure why I chose this book but I did like it. It was all because of you romance fans, and it is full of it. Lots of hugging and kissing but no hard-core sex.
Some of the attractions at the Super Bowl.
posted by Chuck Ayers
Heard on the radio from Chicago.
A twenty-something young woman was looking for a donor to give her two tickets to the Super Bowl which at the time was taking place in Atlanta a few years back. In return for free advertising. Advertising to be ‘airbrushed’ on the young lady’s tummy. A tummy replete with seven months of pregnancy. She promised she would expose the tummy with company logo to everybody she could.
To be safe she checked with the airline and she was with in the limits of her gestation and was to be allowed on a flight to Atlanta.
She got her tickets, had her bulging tummy artfully painted with a company logo and was off to Atlanta. Once in her assigned seat she removed her beach top, exposing her bikini top and shorts showing a massive pregnant stomach with a company’s recognizable brand exposed to all in full living color. The young woman took every opportunity to wave at Super Bowl fans behind her. Go young mommy!
My Book Report.
Book Report
When I first heard his voice on some late-night talk show, I thought he was some prissy sissy guy but somewhat cultured. Possibly maybe a voice affectation in order to separate his Happy Days character from his real self. Henry Winkler. Known to most as “the Fonz.” None the less, What I and others heard on late night talk was his real voice. Not the New Yorkish street kid as seen and heard on Happy Days with Ron Howard.
From the beginning Winkler describes in his book the hardship he had experienced in school and beyond. It wasn’t until much later in his growing up discovering he had a learning disorder called Dyslexia. A disorder which made it extremely difficult to excel in school and later read auditions for plays and movie parts. But, Ehh! Henry did what was necessary to get the roles he wanted. And later authored books for children with the same learning disabilities.
The title: Being Henry: The Fonz…and beyond by Henry Winkler, non-fiction memoir bestseller 2023.
Library of Congress annotation:“Henry Winkler, launched into prominence as “The Fonz” in the beloved Happy Days, has transcended the role that made him who he is. Brilliant, funny, and widely-regarded as the nicest man in Hollywood (though he would be the first to tell you that it’s simply not the case, he’s really just grateful to be here), Henry shares in this achingly vulnerable memoir the disheartening truth of his childhood, the difficulties of a life with severe dyslexia, the pressures of a role that takes on a life of its own, and the path forward once your wildest dream seems behind you. Since the glorious era of Happy Days fame, Henry has endeared himself to a new generation with roles in such adored shows as Arrested Development, Parks and Recreation, and Barry, where he’s been revealed as an actor with immense depth and pathos, a departure from the period of his life when he was so distinctly typecast as The Fonz, he could hardly find work. Filled with profound heart, charm, and self-deprecating humor, Being Henry is a memoir about so much more than a life in Hollywood and the curse of stardom. It is a meaningful testament to the power of sharing truth and kindness and of finding fulfillment within yourself.”
Read this book. It is good. If you obtain the audiobook Winkler’s mimicking of his German parents with their Yiddish voices seems most hilarious.
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.
Today I live in a small cohousing community in Oklahoma. There is not one person of color except one light skin Caribbean. I must admit I miss the cultural mix. It’s somewhat boring and a bit uninteresting. However I have learned to live with mostly people from various parts of this big country . People from Hawaii to New York. Many of whom who have retired from the local university.
But me, being a son of an Oklahoma dirt farmer who migrated in 1941 to California after the great dust bowl and depression, also have my story.
But back to Black History Month, I feel I have lived through some of the most interesting black history since slaves were brought from Africa as forced labor.
None the less, it was monumental history when President Obama was elected twice as President of the United States. I hope it happens again. God bless America.
Look what I found.
posted by Chuck Ayers
Empress Hotel
Victoria British Columbia.
Vancouver Island,
March 1973. We all were coming down one of the hotel’s elevators 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 the elevator. We watched with fright the indicator lights ding almost all the way to the top. Then suddenly the elevator started to descend stopping at two or three floors above. Then finally after a few long moments the elevator door spread open, a young couple stepped out who noticed our worried looks, then said, “are you missing something?” They’re stood Monica seemingly having a good time riding up and down in the old historic hotel’s elevator and wondering what was all the fuss. Possibly wishing she could do it again. But we were scheduled to hop on a ferry boat sailing back to mainland America. Bon voyage.
Woo Haa, what a guy
The candidate of the truck drivers and Roller Derby skaters won tonight.
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 up in his brand new two tone green Desoto. What a car.
So off we went south to the boarder.
We cross boarder customs and into beautiful downtown tijuana. What a place.
The point of this trip was to bring back some trinkets and hand made goods. However uncle Kelly instructed we kids to never pay the asking price on anything. Learn to dicker. Just make a reasonable offer. If you think the thing is just worth a buck, offer 75-cents and see what they say.
Meanwhile back at uncle Kelly’s car little boys were wiping his windshields in expectation of a handsome tip. But uncle ran them off. Don’t need their services.
But after a few hours of wrangling and dickering I came up with a ceramic Bull Bank. Something like a piggy bank. Except this bull bank had all the working parts between his rear legs. None the less I bought it and took it home. I was so proud of my hagling techniques. Whew!
Who needs inflight entertainment,anyway.
Eventful flying.
Spouse and I have flown here and there on occasion. Sometimes taking our daughters along with us. None the less, always a momentary adventure.
Our oldest daughter flew with us several decades ago on Canadian Pacific flying from Honolulu to Vancouver, BC. A six-hour red eye overnight flight. CP air must not had heard of inflight entertainment back then. Once in the air and on our way to our destination the only entertainment available to us was playing cards. And I mean only ONE deck of cards. So we had to share the single deck with others allowing us to play a card game for about fifteen minutes and pass them on to other passengers also wishing to play. All magazines and newspapers had been doled out earlier and was not available to spouse and myself. It was a long flight. However, daughter and I played dozens of Tic-Tac-Toe games.
Speaking of flying with daughters, the complimentary barf bag was used several times. The older daughter seemed to become nervous before boarding the plane but barfed a time or two on the flight. Thanks to the flight attendants for cleaning up the icky mess.
The younger daughter would warn us of an upcoming upchuck by loudly moaning and groaning. Loud enough to be heard throughout the main cabin on the plane. A mournful tone as if someone were pulling out her teeth. It was something we became accustom to when flying.
Back to inflight entertainment, in the early days of flying and watching movies a large overhead reel of film was projected on a pull-down screen. But more than one screen and accomplished by running the film from projector to projector. Each about 20-feet apart. Projecting the movie on about four screen. That was accomplished by running the film on a track from one projector to the next. Creating an anything could go wrong situation. But all passengers would watch the same movie.
I actually remember a time one had real leg room to stretch out. But as time passed and the airline needed to make more money seats became more compact. Closer together and narrower seat aisles. On one flight as the person in front of me tilted their seat back the only place to put my knees was to spread them out with one knee sticking out in the main cabin aisle. Consequently when the flight attendants were pushing their serving cart down the main aisle they inadvertently smashed it into my knee seriously creating a big hurt. But the attendants had no apology and one just tossed a pillow in my lap. Was this nuts or what?
Then on a red eye flight from Honolulu to Los Angeles, even though wife was on board, I was sitting next to two Latina women. Once the plane was up and it’s cruising altitude the young Latina tapped me and said she needed to go to the lavatory. So I started to get up out of my seat and she said no. She said she could jump over me and I wouldn’t need to get up. Before I knew it woosh she was up and over like a gymnast with feet planted in the main aisle. Moments later she tapped me on the shoulder and said she was back and told me to just keep my seat and she would jump over me. So woosh again she was up and over. How she did that without hitting her head on the overhead bin, I haven’t a clue.
Then there was the time I was flying with my guidedog Rickles and getting the attention of one of the flight attendants. She was so taken with Rickles she got down on all four and cooshy cooed with Rickles. It seemed like for serval minutes. I was thinking the first-class cabin might be missing her. But she just loved my dog. I just hope she didn’t inconvenient some of the first-class passengers.
But these events go on and on. People are funny. Right? Happy flying.
Where is sleeping beauty’s castle?
Disneyland is my place.
I grew up with Disneyland going back to the old Disneyland TV show hosted by Disney himself. I visited Disneyland the first week it was opened. I witnessed Disneyland changing and becoming bigger and better after numerous visits
I know the place. I love the place.
I have not visited Disneyworld nor do I want to go there. I really don’t like visiting Florida. I absolutely do not like Florida’s governor. I hope he is eaten by an alligator. Na-ne-na-ne-na-ne. So there. Where’s my Mickey Mouse ears?
I graduated from the Chef Boyardee school of pizza making.
You work with what you got.
In my early days of learning to cook, improvisation was the key. If you do not have the correct items as specified on a recipe, then improvise. Right?
Well I would try to come close to the recipe as possible. That was my mantra as a 12-year-old. Never mind missing key components that could alter a recipe drastically. If you are making a hot fudge sundae and have no ice cream then improvise with cold mashed potatoes. Right?
But anyway we Ayers’s had gotten off on these boxed Chef Boyardee food cooking kits. One of our favorite boxed kits was one to make pizza. I love pizza. We ate these things long before we had gone to a local pizza joint. We had no Shakey’s nor any Pizza Hut. Just boxed kits from Chef Boyardee.
In the box was a packet of yeast, flour, grated cheese, and some red pizza sauce. Everything one would possibly need to make an appetizing pizza. The pizza dough, the cheese, and sauce was spread on a rectangular cookie sheet.
But the downside is I was limited in what goes on a pizza. Do I use lettuce or carrots or what? I noticed when my older sister made one of these things it had chopped green stuff on top. Not sure what it was.
So I found some green stuff in the fridge, chopped it up, and sprinkled it all over the pizza sauce. Then I placed it in the oven at the right temperature and set the timer to the right cooking time.
As soon as I took it from the oven my youngest sister came in the kitchen and exclaimed, wow, pizza with chopped green bell peppers. Let’s cut a piece and eat it. So we did and I didn’t tell my sister the green stuff was a big sour dill pickle. Surprise!
Well, it looked good to me. Really didn’t taste bad. Nor did it taste good. But we did eat the darn thing. Nex time I might try green beans instead.