Month: January 2019

I have often wondered why a spouse would put up with an abusive relationship.  Why not just leave or call the police and press charges?  Wouldn’t anything else be better than being beaten?  Or, how long would anyone put up with this if you chose to try and make it work . . and, after … Read moreSAD

I have been working on improving my golf game for the last 59 years ever since Uncle Dickie introduced me to the cursed game . . . and I believe that there has been some improvement!   It has come basically from an improvement in my maturity, which, I might add,  is not an opinion shared … Read moreAvoiding A Harsh Fish Rebuke

Willow Glen is a lovely suburb of San Jose.  A charming main street adorned by old fashioned stores selling candy, toys, fresh bread, and every other thing from the 19th and 20th centuries.  The faux historic lamp posts with their three large globes provided the illumination amid the aging facade that was old San Jose.  … Read moreSadao Yairi

I remember my dad as a very kind, soft-spoken man.  He regularly visited my grandmother and ‘talked story’.  They were uncommonly good friends.  When my father unexpectedly died, my grandmother went to his funeral at Punchbowl.  She was somber and insisted on going, even though it was clearly very difficult because of her age.   … Read moreGrandma Nishimura

As I sit here surrounded by the comfortable artifacts of life, a hot chocolate in hand and ensconced in my soft comfortable couch, I am reading about the death of Kevin Barnett, a young Hollywood personality . . . very probably by drugs.  People lament the passing of this comedian.  They live so close to … Read moreAnother Hot Chocolate

Driving the grapevine north of Los Angeles was always a crap shoot because of the large trucks which frequented the route.    It was especially true at night, and especially true in 1971 when two narrow lanes snaked through the mountains, illuminated only by the occasional star.  And, on that night, the star wasn’t in … Read moreIndio

    We are the proud owners of a new kitty named Fiona.  More specifically, the kitty was a gift to Nancy . . I am only responsible for cleaning the cat tray, buying food and cat toys, washing the cat and putting the food out.   Fiona is a very, very sweet Sphinx cat.  … Read moreBeam Me Up Fiona

The Republican party is shattered, not only because of Trump, who hopefully is the last Jim Jones wannabe on this train careening toward the Führerhauptquartiere, but because of its acquiescence to the radicals in the party.  When someone punches you, you punch back even if they call your father a friend of Lee Harvey Oswald, … Read moreAvoid the Train to Führerhauptquartiere

So, my question is, if you were at a stop light, in the middle of nowhere, with a ‘No Right Turn’ sign in your face, how long would you wait if the light didn’t turn green?   Three minutes?  One hour?  Forever?  Would someone find you there in ten years, still waiting, but satisfied that … Read moreWhat Does a Red Light Mean?

When I was collecting New York Yankee baseball cards in 1958, I knew the current roster, the pitching rotation and the foibles of each player.  I didn’t have to memorize it or have a cheat sheet.  It flowed into my youthful brain effortlessly, as did my annoyance with Cher for having Tom Sturdivant and not … Read moreFrench Bread Sharpens the Brain