My roommate is a university student. She’s an English Major with a Creative Writing Minor. One of her classes this quarter was Poetry, and a recent assignment was to write ten titles that you couldn’t imagine could be turned into a poem. On the day of class, Continue reading
For six decades I lived my life as one in which the bad times overshadowed the good. But now, reclining in the overstuffed warmth of a more gentle and accepting perspective, I like to allow what’s left of my mind to wander back to some of those golden moments and Continue reading
The older I get, the more my mother’s admonitions and/or words of advice—to my younger self—seem to come back to me. Some I remember with a gentle smile while others reverberate through my skull as if I were standing under a large bell.
One of the classic laments of mother-dom, Continue reading
I don’t get out much. So, lately, I’ve been making an effort to do just that. In January I went to a concert! And the style of music was quite different for me.
I was not a rock & roller. I grew up listening to Continue reading
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There’s an old axiom that some people can learn from seeing another make mistakes while others just have to pee on the electric fence. I’m sure that the vast majority of parents would like to impart the experiences of their own lives to their children. Being the protectors of our young, we naturally want to help them. We would certainly not Continue reading
I grew up in Southern California. Wait. Let me rephrase that. I was raised in Southern California. Not sure I ever grew up…
Okay. So. SoCal boy. Near-perfect climate. Almost always lovely weather. In fact, Christmastime in SoCal is almost always Continue reading
Though it is difficult to remember those decades long past when I was a child, I do remember being asked, “What do you want to be when you grow up?” And even if I couldn’t recall it being asked of me, I’ve asked it of children and heard others ask the same.
There are many kids who dream of being a Continue reading
This event takes place in the previous millennium. It was back in my early “radio days.” Back then, I lived in the Coachella Valley, which is well-known for its beautiful winter weather.
One week each January, the Bob Hope Desert Classic golf tournament would consume the attentions of locals and tourists alike, the latter of whom would swarm to the desert that week, bringing their tourist dollars to infuse the local economy.
Even though the tournament took place in the Continue reading
Okay! Taking a break from my usual musings to share a simple, yet delicious recipe for Italian Cheesecake, modified only slightly from my maternal grandmother’s recipe.
This story is all about what a genius I am.
According to a 2005 article at Wilderdom.com, back in the late 1800’s, a guy named Francis Galton came up with the idea of being able to quantify intelligence. In the very early 1900’s, another sciency guy in France, named Alfred Binet, came up with the first intelligence test. I think the idea was to Continue reading
Does the world notice or does one live a solitary, invisible life? Do the things I do matter and does anyone see them? Then again, do I do the things I do, live the way I live, for me or because I want someone to notice?
When I was a reserve police officer, we often Continue reading
Basically, I’m an evil person. I have no doubt. Somewhere in my chromosomic configuration, I have the evil gene. Or genes. And how can one live in denial of his genetic structure?
I realize that some of my friends and followers may entertain a perception that I am a (somewhat) “nice guy,” but that only demonstrates my keen ability to keep my malevolent nature well concealed.
I’ve tried for decades to not only obscure my wickedness, but I have, in fact, tried to become Continue reading
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My mother turned 90 a few weeks ago and, the following Saturday, my five siblings and I held a party for her in our back yard.
The afternoon was perfect.
On the day before, my nephew, Dakota, and I set up rented tables and chairs. We set up food tables and Continue reading
In my life, I have had quite a few jobs. My first was raking sand traps at my father’s “country club” on weekend mornings. I was 15-years-old and, if I can recall with any accuracy, my pay was $1.15 per hour. My father helped me to get the job and, I’m sure, it was because he wanted me to get out into the work force. He wished me to begin to function on my own as a (quasi-) adult. Continue reading
Let me, at the outset, say that I meant no malice towards my family. My intention was to cook them dinner, not cause nearly convulsive physical duress. I guess I should first give you the recipe for my Italian Beef Tenderloin. Continue reading
All of us, at one time or another, suffer loss. We lose cell phones, car keys; we even sometimes lose our way. There are losses from which we more easily recover and there are those which rain down upon us with a devastation that consumes us with fears that we will be unable to continue with our lives.
Statistics confirm that at least half of those Continue reading
Just the other day I got a brand new pillow. A pillow may not be a big deal to you, but I’m incredibly picky about my pillow. It has to be a down pillow and, when I travel, I bring it with me. If my pillow is not right, either too flat or too full or too hard, I cannot sleep. I can’t count on the hotel Continue reading
I’ve finally gotten to the age where I find myself, more and more often, saying, “I remember when…” It’s a teeny bit frustrating to sound like a classic old man but, let’s face it, I am. Wait. I don’t, by any stretch, mean that I’m a classic. But I am definitely a senior citizen. Still, it’s as if, as long as I don’t openly admit it, I can continue to live in a hazy state of disavowal. Continue reading
Have you ever watched an event transpiring and said to yourself, “This can’t be happening?” The first time it happened to me was in the second grade. And, to this day, I am still amazed at what occurred.
Okay. Let me begin by saying Continue reading
We’re done for. I’ve said it before and my position only grows stronger. In a past post called Healthcare Will Kill Us All, I explained the process it took from telling my primary care physician that I felt I’d torn my biceps, to finally getting to the surgeon five months later who said, Continue reading