Sunday, November 29, 2009
Last month a Carpenter’s greatest hits compilation CD called “40 40” was released. The “40 40” stands for 40 songs, of which the first was recorded 40 years ago. I liked their music for the most part (“Close to You” being the exception.) The Carpenters played on the soundtrack of my ‘salad days.’ The best [...]
Saturday, November 28, 2009
One of my favorite internet sites is the Huffington Post because of its comprehensive coverage and commentary in a wide range of topics. Thanks to founder and blogger extraordinaire, Arianna Huffington, the Huff Post presents the most truthful version about what’s happening in America, IMHO. I look forward to reading it everyday. And when I [...]
Friday, November 27, 2009
Hi ho, hi ho, it’s off to the mall I go!
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
I have a theory that customer service is dead in America. I have dozens of personal examples as proof. Here is one of them. Yesterday I did my Thanksgiving shopping at Trader Joe’s. I picked that store because it was the anniversary of my friend Lorrie’s death and TJ’s was one of her favorite stores. [...]
Tuesday, November 24, 2009
[Three years ago today was Thanksgiving 2006. Three years ago today one of my oldest, dearest, and loveliest of friends died of breast cancer. She was only 46. She left behind her husband of 18 years, her twelve-year-old son, and nine-year-old daughter.] Dear Lorrie Sweetie, Hey, how goes it up in heaven? Are you Miss [...]
Sunday, November 22, 2009
After the California Pizza Kitchen debacle, my brother and I ditched Pops at home and returned to Fashion Island—this time to Barnes and Noble. This particular bookstore is one of my brother’s hangouts. He mentioned he frequents it almost daily (something my Dad wished he did working at a job). My brother must be on [...]
Saturday, November 21, 2009
When I visit my Dad at his house I make sure my brother comes over—as often as possible—so he can enjoy his share of negativity and shouting. I don’t want him to miss out on his heritage—or his future. My brother will go anywhere there is free food (happy hours at every restaurant in Orange [...]
A Thanksgiving Story
Before I started fourth grade, my Mom moved us from Palm Desert back to Garden Grove—same house and same school. But now we had a dog that lived with us instead of my Dad. This was the start of the inane every-other-week-end/six-weeks-in-summer shuffling from house to house routine that kids of divorce must endure. This [...]