Haiti’s got me dwelling and waking up. The quake, it’s terrifying devastation and its chaotic aftermath have all served to show me how ill-equipped our household is and will be when an epic disaster strikes Los Angeles. When. Not if. Sure, we’ve got emergency food/supply backpacks in each of our cars. Plus there’s an emergency …
Just a quick base touch to express my appreciation for all the kind words and advice that’s come in. Good news: I’m feeling 100% better physically. And even better: I’ve been bolstered emotionally by my daughter agreeing to get together Sunday with me for a chat.
As you probably know if you’ve been reading my writingz with any regularity across the eight — count-em: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 — years that I’ve been a-bloggin’, I’m pretty much an open book. For gooder or badder I have little issue with sharing the highs, the lows and I’m pretty …
Forty years ago this summer my Aunt Frieda, Uncle Jack and cousins Margaret, Laura and Allan came out to visit my mom and me from Chattanooga, Tennessee. We were living in a two-bedroom apartment in a building on the corner of Hamilton Drive and Gregory Way in Beverly Hills, and being 5 years old I …
It’s pretty much taken most of my life for my mother to gain position possession of the trunk pictured above that’s been in her family she thinks since perhaps as far back as when they came to this country from Wales, whenever the heck that may have been. Seriously, my mom wanting this thing and …
Lingering thoughts of last week’s Metrolink disaster remind me of a story my mother told me about my grandfather, William Douglas Dill, who for most of his life was an engineer with the Southern Railway company. There’d been an accident in the Sheffield railyard where he worked — the closest of the railway’s yards to …
I know this because I am keeper of both the receipt and the pipecase (and a really crappy scanner):