#Memories

Mom, Vin Scully, and Me

In 1958, my mother took me to see my first Major League Baseball game in the L.A. Coliseum. The Dodgers had just moved to Los Angeles from Brooklyn. We played the then New York Giants before they moved to San Francisco. I fell in love with the game, even though the...
Read More

Why I Don’t Run For A plane

Back in the late 73s, I was stuck in traffic on my way to Los Angeles International Airport to catch a PSA jet to San Diego to attend a trade show. Even then, "rush" hour traffic ran generally twenty-four hours a day. I finally pulled into a parking lot, grabbed my...
Read More

Twas the Night Before Deadline

with apologies to CLEMENT CLARKE MOORE 'Twas the night before deadline, when all through the house Not a writer was stirring, not even his mouse; The laptop was set on the table with care, In hopes that words soon would appear. Images nestled all snug in his...
Read More

Staying True To My Roots

No, I don't mean the color of my hair. It's silver-white by nature. What I mean is I can't and won't walk away from the roots of what make me me. I discovered the world when I went away to college. Even with the Vietnam war lucking in the darkness of my senior year of...
Read More