California and the Bay Area. I am sitting here in the quiet tranquil morning time, drifting off, and thinking back to the “Good Ole Days” one of the luxuries of life I can still afford. Stirring up the dust, blowing the cobwebs out of my brain … Turn right and head on down Harder Road or up to Mission Blvd, maybe to the Plunge, how does that sound? Maybe walk the long trail to the back of the park, check out the hollow dark cavities of my mind …
Sitting out front of Dad’s house, on his redwood fence, smoking a Marlboro, the cool breeze coming in off the bay, carrying the smell of tomato’s from the Hunt Cannery on B Street.
Saturday’s (and sometimes in the middle of the week, don’t tell Mrs. Ormsby) on the beach in Santa Cruz, the surf pounding, a gull swoops down to steal a potato chip off the blanket. An ice cold bottle of wine at the end of the string, buried in the sand.
A teenage girls’ husky laugh in the dark in the balcony of the Hayward downtown. Two slow dances with Marylnn Matteson-Stith at the La Vista Cafeteria on Friday night. Squatted, Indian fashion, on a boulder in the Sierra Nevada’s just outside Lake Tahoe. A sky full of white wispy clouds and dragon flies.
A stolen kiss at the Grove after a Lancer’s Football game.
The smell of fresh cut Alfalfa wafting into the cab of the pickup in the valley outside of Manteca. 12 years old, sitting on top of the Hayward Hills, looking west to San Francisco, and seeing the city clearly, along with the Bay Bridge. Remembering back then, how it used to be, not like it is now, with the myriads of people and the pollution.
Sitting in the shade of a lofty majestic pine beside a deep hole in the Truckee River. Hooking a big fish on a trip to Clear Lake. Sleeping on a blanket on the grass in Golden Gate Park. Working as a pool hand at the old swimming pool at Tennyson one summer.
Back in the day, back in the day.
Need to wrap this up, I am getting carried away.
Time to go, I have rambled on for long enough. Having sufficiently increased my word-count, I shall now retire, only to fight again, on another day. Back to the real world … I have rats to kill … checks to pay …
Life, what happens when you are not looking.
March 3, 2015
March 2, 2015
To my astonishment, this is the year I feel I will beat 70 percent of my fear of succeeding and I have dissolved 80 percent of my tendency to sabotage my ambitions. Not only that. I have almost reconciled my checkbook at least twice, and that is encouraging.
March 1, 2015
Some people can easily turn off the Internet and ignore their favorite haunts. But many have the urge to compulsively “just check,” no matter what conversations and activities are going on around them.
That’s because each notification, like, and communication, is a stimulant that acts as a pleasure hit to the brain. Better than Denver smoke, or a doctored candy bar in some instances. It also creates an instant sense of excitement and a false expectation of being needed.
February 28, 2015
It snowed today, came rushing in from the Southwest, most folks I assume were ready for it. Me? Kind of oblivious to tell you the truth, winter time is my “shut down mode” time of the year. My own personal silly season of life, completely self induced and for the most parts, drug free. (more…)
February 27, 2015
Bill and Barbara had been married some twenty-one years, and to most everyone else, they appeared to be the normal happily married couple. But Bill had a secret, that his wife Barbara was unaware of, he had a mistress or a Friend With Benefits as the younger set is prone to describe it.
February 26, 2015
This morning I am reading about Rats and Gerbils, take your pick. (Say? Did you ever stop to think, “Rats & Gerbils … Democrats and Republicans” all this nasty stuff seems to come in pairs. Never noticed that before). (more…)
February 25, 2015
One of my fondest memories in life are trips to the movies when I was a kid. Me and a buddy, would talk Dad into driving us downtown to go to the movies on Saturday. Always asked my Dad, cause if you asked Mom, she always had the “don’t you let no nasty old man touch you in the bathroom” lecture, and that kind of embarrassed me to no end. That one, and the “my first bra in High school and the other girls ….”
I really hated that one. (more…)
February 24, 2015
Winter time, “in order to stave off boredom you need to create a ritual in the morning, or the evening, where you have ten minutes of quiet time.” They told me that on the news tonight and it has to be true, ‘cause Bill Oreilly or Brian Williams did not say it. (You know that is kinda strange, I cannot spell Oreilly but haven’t a problem with Orally … Wonder if Facebook has a 13 question quiz for that?) (more…)
February 23, 2015
There are times when I miss Robin Williams. There also moments, that I can personally relate to the guy, even to some point feel his pain. Robin and I are kindred spirits in one sense.
The pressure to be “on all the time” to say or do something amusing. The uncontrollable desire to make someone laugh, being able to relate to the dark world of depression. The simple fact that it is not easy being a comedian or the class clown in life. (more…)
February 22, 2015
All this week for some strange reason I have been obsessing with time. Which is a form of anxiety or worry I suppose you could say. Each day I swear to myself, “I am going to write a piece on time” but never seem to get to it for some reason. (more…)