Welcome. The idea was floated that a ‘talk amongst yourselves’ blog would be a good addition to for the Non-Facebook Crowd. Here it is.
And why it works. After 20 years, it is a revelation for me.
H/T to one of the Lexicans.
Story is here.
I suppose one could say my interest in James Garner started when I was about 9 years old. Being a baby boomer, the obvious assumption would be that I liked his show Maverick, but that would be wrong. (I did like the show but what piqued my interest in him was not the show).
No, it was at the Hughes Supermarket in Studio City on Ventura Blvd in the late ‘50s. My mother reported seeing him in the produce department, and said that he was not a stereotypical “star” but a regular person.
He didn’t seem pretentious or egotistical.
Earlier, I had mentioned that at The Farm, there were all kinds of characters, 2 legged and 4 legged.
Mr. Tipp was among the latter. My uncle, as his father, usually addressed the dogs and cats at the farm by the title “Mr.” or “Miss”.
A lot of the dogs and cats that came to the farm were what my aunt called “walk-ons” – thoughtless people who decided they no longer wanted their pets, and dumped them to fend for themselves.
Or as a friend of mine would say, ‘I’d like to kick myself in the ass but my legs won’t reach”.
Sometime ago, someone backed into my car, marring the corner of the rear bumper. Left no note, of course.
These days the bumpers are all plastic over foam and metal and painted to match the car.
I didn’t want to pay $700-$1000 to have a body shop completely repaint it, so I went to the car dealer and asked the used car manager who he used to detail the cars he gets in.
Anyway, I get the name of a fellow who works mainly with dealers, but he came out yesterday – Sunday – to look at my car.
It cost $200, and at the end of a couple of hours you couldn’t even tell where the damage was. Except the paint store sold him the wrong clearcoat – for enamel. Which he discovered after applying it to the car.
So he had to come back this morning with the right clearcoat, sanded off the bad clearcoat, put on the new – and the car looked great.
I make a short errand, put it in the garage, close the door, and as the door is descending I notice the car’s rear is a bit too far back.
Too late to stop the door – it catches the bumper and….
Well, he is coming out again sometime this week.
If I had to describe my Uncle Willis in 1 phrase, it would be “young at heart”. He was a prankster, right up until the day he had a stroke at 83. And he knew how to time those pranks.
He was one of 4 children, a brother and 2 sisters, one of whom was, of course, my mother. My mother told me the story of how, as a child of 10 or so, her older brother Willis gave her a ring. She was so proud of it – wearing it and showing it to everyone until a fateful day when Willis had his friends over.
“Show them your ring, Martha”, and my mother proudly complied. “You know, a very wealthy man once owned that ring”, Willis said. My mother was beaming, and just as proud as could be.
Then the other shoe dropped.
His pranks hit me too, years later. Continue reading
I’ve discussed NAS Glenview at these pages before. Here’s a 30 minute documentary on the history of Glenview featuring some of the pilots that flew from there. Enjoy:
For most of my life I have had a speech pattern that has mystified some people.
Many people have assumed that I am from Texas. A woman from Louisiana told me at a party years ago that we west coasters “have radio announcer’s accents”. When pressed, she said that no matter where you go in the country, they all sound “like us”.
That is, just about all of the west coasters.
Despite being a native Angelino (born in Los Angeles’ Good Samaritan Hospital)