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At my Grandma’s house in Alabama I mentioned visting as a child in the previous post, once was when I was 7 years old, which would make it 1971. One hot night my grandma and neighbor Hoyt came out from inside the house where the heat and humidity was decidedly more intolerable. I was sitting …
My Uncle Doug who died in 2013 willed me 13 acres of the family’s land in Alabama. My mother has a 9-acre triangle, the two separated by another family member’s. Upon Uncle Doug’s parcel was my grandma’s house where I stayed a couple summers as a child. The last time I was at the property …
The story of the blue fox was told to me by my mother. The story of the blue fox takes place entirely at the funeral of her beloved Aunt Nellie, who died September 12, 1950, one day after turning 76 and seven days before my mother turned 20. She said she first saw the blue …
The legend of The Phantom Helmsman has it that the ghost of a Helms Bakery delivery driver has been haunting these Los Angeles streets since 1940 when he was killed after the brakes of his truck failed coming down the infamously steep grade of Baxter Street in Echo Park. Some insist the tragedy resulted from …
The screenshot below annotated with key moments in the strange, short, very slow and entirely miraculous journey shows the intersection of Washington Boulevard (running east/west) and Redondo Boulevard (north/south). Backstory: One of our patrol cars, a Crown Victoria paid a visit to the mechanic’s this week, towed there on Tuesday for a busted fuel pump. …
Been 35 days since my mom passed on October 30. Couple weeks since I received her ashes. Couple things are indicative of how well things are going. In accordance with her wishes to be buried in her Alabama hometown next to her beloved Aunt Nellie Dill, I sent a letter of inquiry and introduction to …
Hey Mom… I’m down here in the basement. Just wanted to let you know, I fixed your table. The one you’ve had since before I was born and all my life. The one I’ll now have the rest of mine. The rickety one you kept together at various times with spit, glue, hope and masking …
