Notes From Serendipity

He walked along the concrete foundation of a dance hall, long-gone, on the slopes of Diamond Head.  This had been a hot pick-up spot for the young military officers in Honolulu, with forties music elevating to a fever pitch the youth and enthusiasm of a post-war encampment at Fort Ruger.  Now only this solid promontory … Read moreFort Ruger

The great misconception about the success of Hewlett Packard is that it was populated by technical nerds.  Nothing could be further from the truth.  Technology did play a part; however, Hewlett Packard’s success came from the fact that a majority of the workforce were graduates from the social scientist side of the house.  This discovery … Read moreA Bronx Cheer For Carly Fiorina

In the late 70’s I went to a wedding of a distant relative.  I was not a part of the planning party . . . fortunately,  more of an observer.   When the ceremonies were over, the young bride and groom and their supporting, nattily dressed, bridesmaids and groomsmen were on stage for pictures.   One … Read morePlaster of Paris Works!

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