Sometimes you do something really stupid.

And when I say you, I really mean me. I do stupid more often than not. However I got it all out of the way early in my college and part-time working career. It all happened one Christmas. Christmas of 1962. While still attending class at a local community college in East Los Angeles IContinue reading “Sometimes you do something really stupid.”

Christmas began with a string.

It was a thick cotton string. Well worn and looked as if passed down from generation to generation. It had one purpose only. To connect from corner to opposite corner up above in our little East L A living room. The string was taken out of the Christmas paraphernalia box each year to hang acrossContinue reading “Christmas began with a string.”