A major flashback. Went to one of my aunts funeral today in Anaheim, California. It was a a Catholic Church/ School where I went to school from '63 to '68. I took my brother with me... he also attended there. My dad and all his brothers and sisters went there. My dad went from '33 to '41. We got there early a poked around for a while. The doors were opened so we went inside. What could happen? Would we get kicked out? We meet a nun who was thrilled to see us. I told her there was a nun there back when I was in the 8th grade, who wouldn't be thrilled to see me again. Maybe happy if she knew I didn't grow up to be a serial killer. Or surprised I didn't grow up to be a comedian. A picture from the outside... They upgraded the brick from the original old red brick from the early 30's. But the insides look pretty much the same. Except my brother is way older now. That's the original flooring. The same floor my dad walked on. The stairwell I still dream about... My 8th grade classroom. The only thing missing is the wall to wall chalkboard. And the pounding of erasers. When I sent the pictures to Debbie she said it looks like a prison. She speaks the truth so often. One funny thing. The texture on all the interior walls looks like a texture I replicate many times today in my jobs when people want that "Old World" look. I guess I learned something that applies to my life.
All that time in the corner paid off after all.
Those walks down memory lane can be awfully cathartic...Hope the dreams of the stairs are pleasant.
A major flashback.
Went to one of my aunts funeral today in Anaheim, California.
It was a a Catholic Church/ School where I went to school from '63 to '68.
I took my brother with me... he also attended there.
My dad and all his brothers and sisters went there. My dad went from '33 to '41.
We got there early a poked around for a while. The doors were opened so we went inside. What could happen? Would we get kicked out?
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
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Jan 15, 2022 - 10:15pm
A major flashback.
Went to one of my aunts funeral today in Anaheim, California.
It was a Catholic Church/ School where I went to school from '63 to '68.
I took my brother with me... he also attended there.
My dad and all his brothers and sisters went there. My dad went from '33 to '41.
We got there early a poked around for a while. The doors were opened so we went inside. What could happen? Would we get kicked out?
We meet a nun who was thrilled to see us. I told her there was a nun there back when I was in the 8th grade, who wouldn't be thrilled to see me again. Maybe happy if she knew I didn't grow up to be a serial killer.
Or surprised I didn't grow up to be a comedian.
A picture from the outside...
They upgraded the brick from the original old red brick from the early 30's.
But the insides look pretty much the same. Except my brother is way older now.
That's the original flooring. The same floor my dad walked on.
The stairwell I still dream about...
My 8th grade classroom. The only thing missing is the wall to wall chalkboard. And the pounding of erasers.
When I sent the pictures to Debbie she said it looks like a prison.
She speaks the truth so often.
One funny thing. The texture on all the interior walls looks like a texture I replicate many times today in my jobs when people want that "Old World" look.
I guess I learned something that applies to my life.
Location: On the edge of tomorrow looking back at yesterday. Gender:
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Dec 22, 2021 - 12:51pm
Had to go get a full birth certificate at city hall for The Real driver’s license cause they don’t take the extract version even though it was embossed with the city seal.
Found out my middle name isn’t what it is I said it is. So I went with what was printed on the certificate instead of what I call myself. At least the first letter is right. Damn Canuckistan translation spelling.
Location: Really deep in the heart of South California Gender:
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Dec 21, 2021 - 8:20pm
Ohmsen wrote:
Makes me feel somewhat envious here, envisioning your SouthWest desert warmth and feel, which I had the great luck experiencing myself for some time in younger years.
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Dec 19, 2021 - 3:23pm
MoeRon’s on the roads and parking lots. Gona park right in the middle of the intersection and wait for the lights to change. Gona sit in my car and spark up a doobie to calm my mood while others wait for me to back out cause we are a group of snowflakes.
And they say I have to have a license to cary a taser to spark up these dumbazzes to improve my festive mood.
Our usual morning summer easterly wind was up and noticed half a dozen bin chickens gently soaring in a thermal way,way high above the house . They split big time when a Wedge Tail eagle decided to join in.
Reminded me of something I heard on the soaring podcast I listen to.....an Airbus pilot was talking about his passion for soaring, and how it often happens when searching for thermals that birds are are used as indicators for the presence and location of thermals, but how he was really quite humbled by the occasion when he was thermalling on his own and a couple of big birds scooted over to where he was and joined in.....like they maybe just saw him as another big bird that had found rising air......
They upgraded the brick from the original old red brick from the early 30's.
That's the original flooring. The same floor my dad walked on.
One funny thing. The texture on all the interior walls looks like a texture I replicate many times today in my jobs when people want that "Old World" look.
