Well, I survived another trip around the sun. Like the sign, I'm a little rusty and dinged, but still functional, and still recognizable, too! At least I've got that going for me. ;) Not too sure about the future, but what else is new. I learned a long time ago just to take one day at a time, and try to adapt to whatever comes my way as best I can ( Read more... )

14 September 1969This was the last day of the most amazing summer of my young life. Tomorrow would begin my sophomore year in high school, and I would leave carefree boyhood behind me once and for all ( Read more... )

For years, off and on, I've been looking for a nice vintage Little League Louisville Slugger, with the old Hillerich & Bradsby logo on it. I still have my own from those days, but they are damaged, and not sound enough to use as bats anymore ( Read more... )

Another trivial anniversary. :) 50 years ago today, I won First Place in the West Covina novice tennis tournament! It was the only time in my life that I won an individual sports competition.

Here's a photo of me taken the morning of my match, and another showing my First Place trophy, which I still keep in a place of honor today.


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Had an amazing and wonderful surprise yesterday morning. A friend that I grew up with and have known literally since I was a toddler showed up here out of the blue. Rick Fox and his wife Bonnie were passing through the area and they decided to drop by for a visit. I hadn't seen Rick for 46 years, so it was quite a reunion. :) Just sorry the both of ( Read more... )

I obviously fail as a Californian ( Read more... )

Late one night in Spring, 1975, I was on my way home from record shopping in Orange County, and had stopped for a late night snack at the In-N-Out by Brea Canyon Rd. When I got to Valley Blvd and Grand Ave (which was still a lonely rural intersection 40+ years ago), I saw a teenage girl standing in the center divider, waving her arms like she ( Read more... )

Well, it's been 50 years now since "the happiest night of my life."* For Halloween, 1967, me and my best friend, Richard Rudolph, staged a "House of Horrors" where we scared the daylights out of at least two dozen groups of trick-or-treaters. The previous Halloween, a mutual friend of ours had put on his own "Haunted House"-type thing which was a ( Read more... )

Remembering my father on the day of his birth, 102 years ago.


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I really should have been a lawyer. I could have been, too, if I'd only taken the advice of an old college friend, 42 years ago ( Read more... )