September 1965 2611 D Street, in the rear. The tiny house in the rear. It was either a guest house or a servants quarters. A standalone bungalow set behind a larger old Victorian house with three rented flats and a broad porch as wide as the big house. Or the house in the front asContinue reading “How do we get things done when the door bell keeps ringing.”
Tag Archives: Japanese
Haiku for Okies. Poultry I write.
Okie Haiku The road to Cross The fowl went A nest she sought But KFC she found.
They never spoke of it.
My dad told me he would often visit the local grocery and visit with the produce manager who happened to be Japanese. The time frame was early World War II. My parents had recently moved from Oklahoma to southern California and was living in an area of Los Angeles known as Boyle Heights. On oneContinue reading “They never spoke of it.”
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