Awhile back I wrote about the pleasures of going to a barbershop. How the experience should not be rushed, squeezed and wedged between 1 p.m. and 3 p.m. obligations. Of it, I wrote:
This is the best time of year in Bakersfield. We hit the lottery today and tomorrow too. Fall is good everywhere, but there is something about a Bakersfield fall, a valley fall, that is especially delicious.
Stephanie Wilcox doesn’t have to talk loud for her students to play good. The 25-year-old director of instrumental and choral music for McKee Middle School looks at them from behind her steel-rimmed glasses and they play. Play harder and better than they have in their entire 10- to 14-year-o…
At dinner in Milan, we sat next to a couple from Beirut, Lebanon. People usually want to talk, especially, as you might imagine, after I smile at them and start asking questions.
With fall comes apple season. Is there anything better? Anything to look forward to more than a crisp Jonagold, Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Gala, Fuji, Honeycrisp or Ginger Gold apple?
I was in Reseda trying to buy some drugs. They call this an attention-seeking lead in journalism. Grab them quickly and see if you can fasten their attention to the page (or screen) for 90 seconds.
I tried to squeeze in a haircut the other day and remembered that “squeeze” and “haircut” do not belong in the same sentence. A visit to the barbershop is not something to endure or put behind you. Better to look forward to a haircut, enjoy it and feel a twinge of melancholy when your time i…
The brown leather recliner was sitting on three good legs, the fourth bent sideways like a twisted ankle. I tried fixing it, but I might as well have been an orthopedic surgeon with a medical degree from a box of Cracker Jack. The patient lived but wouldn’t be dancing the tango soon.
I agree. Let’s name the next high school after Wendy Wayne. Wendy Wayne High would fill the hearts of those who knew her and inspire those who never had the chance.
I thought it was me. Mosquito bites can be like depression. When you’re down in the dumps, it’s hard to imagine there is somebody sitting next to you in the darkness.
We saw one of Sue’s favorite cousins recently and had a chance to catch up. We have eight kids between us — four each — so catching up took awhile. They mentioned their son in Seattle. I was surprised to hear he had moved from Salt Lake City.
Notice came with an email alert from Capital One. One of those alerts that signify possible fraud. The notice read: “Is the tip that you left 48 percent?”
Last week, I called a friend to borrow a planer so I could shave off the top of a door that wouldn’t close, but he had loaned it to somebody else and couldn’t remember who.
Bakersfield is a hot place, an oceanless place and a place with more than its share of August-loving mosquitoes, but a good place, too.
How many passwords do I have? I’m not sure. I’d rather not think about it except there is no not thinking about passwords unless you want to jump on an ice floe and drift toward the sunset.
Batteries. I have them everywhere. Upstairs in the top left desk drawer, downstairs in the sideboard and scattered behind the votive candles in the laundry room.
My father-in-law John is one heck of a guy. He’s told me that himself. And if he hadn’t, his wife, Bev, known by appreciative family members as the saint, would confirm it.
Ken Burns may be the smartest person I’ve ever met but it’s not like we’re super good friends. We shook hands. He couldn’t pick me out of a one-person lineup, but I could him, even if he were flanked by Rhodes Scholars and astrophysicists.
During a recent visit to Mammoth to see my mother, she dropped a box of Milton's Multi-Grain crackers in the kitchen. She lost her grip on the rectangular package and it fell, dislodging five or six crackers which skittered and broke on the floor.
I grabbed the frozen cinnamon raisin bagel from the freezer and tapped it on the counter. The bagel was as hard as a hockey puck. Good thing we have a big, powerful Whirlpool microwave that has been a source of pride since it was installed six years ago.
He’s way too modest to think I’d write about him, but I’m not waiting until he’s dead. As fit and healthy as he is, he will probably outlive me and I will have lost my chance altogether.