Yesterday, as I was treading water for exercise, I was also listening to some classic rock. You know – to pass the time. At some point, a familiar song wobbled through the Los Angeles heat, across the pool’s…
Memorializing
It’s Memorial Day. And in-between good food and drink, being outside and welcoming summer, I hope I take a few moments and remember loved ones. Sure, today is designed around military personnel, but I intend to be…
Styrofoam Memories
It’s funny how something as simple as a styrofoam cup can make your day. Yesterday I got myself an iced tea and the diner folks gave it to me in a styrofoam cup. I didn’t think much of…
Thursday Memories
My desire to pare down possessions continues. (It’s been actively going on for several months, mentally going on for decades.) And as the fine people at a local charity are picking up quite a haul today, I’ve had…
My TV Moms
I was first left alone to babysit my two young sisters when I was 6 years old. As I had no idea what I was doing and in fact needed my very own babysitter, I turned to…
Listen To Your Heart
Yesterday, while I was still trying to sort out my feelings about the loss of the genius that was Prince, I found myself cycling through some not-great memories. I don’t know why. I can only guess it was…
Goodnight, Mr. Hamner
Early Thursday afternoon, Earl Hamner, Jr. died. If you’re wondering who the heck that might have been, then you, my friend, probably weren’t glued to the television in the early ’70s, watching The Waltons. I, on the…
The Anti-Chrysler
Yesterday I was out and about when a dude approached me and asked, “Is that a ’66 Volvo you’re driving?” I told him yes and that he really knew his stuff. He said he suspected the year of…
Hidden Meaning
When I was a kid, I had a few recurring dreams. There was one about a witch, a thermometer with a rising temperature and a house on fire. I had it a lot around the age of 5…
The Sun Machine is Coming Down
Given my tendencies toward recollection, you may find it hard to believe that I don’t particularly enjoy visiting my past. There was a lot of ugliness growing up, and dwelling on it is, to say the least, uncomfortable.…