When I lived in Taiwan our house was on the main drag through the village of Tien Mou. We had a front yard, which was rare for the American housing. Along the road, was a tall hedge of greenery so the front of our house was partially hidden from the Read More …

I live in the suburbs, real close to Placer County, one of the richest counties in California. Downtown Sacramento is 20 miles down the highway. Until a few years ago the only time I saw homeless people was when I had chance to drive to downtown Sac. I remembering hearing Read More …

Pretty hard to imagine the world without the Internet, but it hasn’t been around all that long in the whole big timeline. It hasn’t been a force for more than twenty years. But it has legacies. “You’ve Got Mail.” It was a thing for a long while in the beginning Read More …

Thirty-five years ago this month I was a mess. I had an addiction that was killing me. I’d experienced a few months of sobriety after a stay in a local thirty-day program, but I had slid back into the morass and was speeding toward the brink. As luck would have Read More …

I have chanced a look at the TV guide thingy on the TV for Saturday morning cartoons. Seems to be a thing of the past, when all three major networks played cartoon after cartoon and then some serials until Saturday morning glided into afternoon baseball games. I watched the cartoons Read More …

My dad taught me to be a pitcher when I was little. He got me a ball glove and he got himself a catchers mitt and we spent hours throwing the baseball. I was probably about six. He taught me all about pitching, showed me how to hold the ball Read More …

One thing my dad left in this world for me as a part of him is a cylinder. It looks like it is made of wood, but it is not wood. It’s two circle slabs molded together one on top of the other like a little top hat that’s solid. Read More …

This is not really an advertisement, but it is a testimonial for the best pocket knife I ever owned. My wife started working for Cutco Corp selling knives when she was eighteen and couldn’t land any other job. And like all those kind of jobs the powers that be tell Read More …

I lived in a little house out in the country area around Rio Linda forty-one years ago. Our house was two houses from the main road. Our front door was probably a hundred and fifty feet from the intersection of our road and the main road. There was another little Read More …

I don’t really remember being four years old, but there are a few stories I have about my life at four. And I’m not sure I’m remembering the event itself or the memories of the event and I suppose that doesn’t matter much anyway. But the things I do remember Read More …