My first job. It was my first job after getting married. I started to work in the parts and service department at Sears Sacramento 1965. My new boss, Mr. Cole said it doesn’t pay much but come and get it. So, I started in September a few days after our honeymoon. Mr. Cole had alreadyContinue reading “Romance in the parts bins.”
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A good reason to dislike Xmas.
Reoccurring Dream. Have you ever dreamed the same dream over and over? I think some have but I had this dream where I show up for the last college class and it is finals day. Absolutely unprepared for this. Having missed almost all the remaining semester’s classes and not ready for the final test. WhatContinue reading “A good reason to dislike Xmas.”
How does this mahogany box work?
Our very first television. It was 1952 on Simmons Avenue in East L A not that far from the Willard Battery factory water tower and just downwind from the B. F. Goodrich tire factory. The latest electronic marvels had entered our Okie home. Once television was brought into our tiny East Los Angeles Livingroom entertainmentContinue reading “How does this mahogany box work?”
On my resume
Many years ago in a faraway place called Inglewood, California I worked for Sears. I performed customer service work. Solving problems with products and services that had not lived up to its guarantee. The stores mantra was “Satisfaction Guarantee or your money back.” So day after day I came to work and listened to theContinue reading “On my resume”
A radio I grew up with.
Actually I grew up sometimes standing next to our big console radio. From about age eight to early teen our family had a Sears console radio and it was a flip-top dark mahogany thing about the size of a Maytag automatic washer but without hot and cold running water. It sat in our little livingContinue reading “A radio I grew up with.”
Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.
Both of my sisters don’t wear glasses. So, why me? Why do I have to wear glasses? I’m a boy. A boy shouldn’t wear glasses. My sisters should wear glasses but don’t. Why not! But come to think of it, Teddy Roosevelt wore glasses He was a cowboy of sorts but didn’t sing. Right? HeContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 11.”
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.”
Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8
Let me know if you know how to hypnotize a chicken. Just raise your hand if you do. It’s not easy. It’s a combination of laying on of hands and having a strong will. The chicken needs to know you are completely in charge. A steady unwavering gaze into the chicken’s eye and steady whisperingContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer chap 8”
Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.
To remind you once again I am the Chicken Whisperer. I’d rather be Sky King but I wear glasses. Sky King doesn’t wear glasses. Howdy Dooty doesn’t wear glasses. The Creature from the Black Lagoon doesn’t wear glasses. Never the less, I am Overlord and Sovereign of the chicken yard located behind our backyard. SoContinue reading “Butchy the Chicken Whisperer, chap 3.”