Bus Washing 101

DSC01802Upon our return from our latest jaunt the bus had the normal road dust and grime that seems attracted to the bus as though they are magnetic particles jumping onto a magnet. 

Skillfully I will work my way around the coach with a wipe rag and copious amounts of elbow grease, pull it outside, and immediately watch the dirt and trash of man coat it again.

It is my very own personal Black-hole of the Bus Community.

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That Is The Way Things Roll …

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.

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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.

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Letters From Home …

DSC01665Letters from Home …  Today I will share with you something really special.  I have been considering this for a long time.  The month of February is almost complete, and I still have a lot of things I was going to do, left to do.  That is nothing new with me. Continue reading

Sleeping With My Socks On …

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Lately I have been having some problems with my feet.  As I am a magnanimous sort, and love to share with the world, my insight and knowledge, as it is acquired, today I will share with you what I have discovered about this all engaging subject.

Poor circulation.

Last month I passed on a tip to all of you about wearing a stocking cap on your head, in order to retain heat while sleeping on those cold winter nights.  This month I have one on cramps in the area of your feet.  Continue reading

Old School …

imagesDo you remember when the Milkman delivered milk to your front door, and you could sneak over to his truck and get a handful of chipped ice.

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REALLY … I mean REALLY … Bad Luck

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This morning they are saying 3 folks won the Powerball and will split three ways.  I didn’t know that Puerto Rico was playing, what is the deal, 175 million to 1 odds AND all of Puerto Rico too?  I am throughly convinced there are always two winners on the lottery.

  1. The Federal Government.
  2. The State Government.

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