People were inspired by Joe Seay, they admired him and some were afraid of him. Brothers Mike and Ron Valenti wrote about Seay’s life and recent passing.
A friend at the pool walked over to the lane in which I was swimming and said, “I’m so sorry you are leaving the paper. We’re going to miss you. Be proud of what you’ve done.”
This was meant to be my goodbye column. I’d been planning it for weeks much in the same way that people plan the speech they will be delivering at the Oscars or when they accept their Pulitzer.
This was a different kind of family trip. No water skiing on a blue-to-the bottom lake. No food hanging from a Sugar pine to keep the bears away. No on a lot of things but yes on meaningful, magical and memorable.
A couple days ago, I ordered the FIVE Star FS8801 Deep Tissue 3D Kneading Shiatsu Neck, Shoulder, Back, Leg and Foot Massager Pillow with Heat, Beige. It was $43.29 all in. I wasn’t expecting a miracle but when you have a stiff neck, you’ll pay for a miracle, if a miracle is available.
It’s easy to get mad at John Sweetser because he’s tuned up about every reporter and columnist for the paper over the last 30 years. Just when you think you’re hitting a lick, John will unceremoniously rip the Pulitzer Prize from your sweaty grip by informing you that you have not done your …
I was at the post office downtown sending a friend an Hawaiian shirt. I don’t know if he’ll like it but the shirt is soft, freshly pressed and looks good as new.
I think I spiked the football too soon. Did what I tell other people not to do. Performed a victory dance in the end zone and while I was celebrating, caught my spikes in the turf and did a faceplant.
Ask friends if they have an extra set of crutches and everybody has one, if not two. Crutches, sock jockeys, foot-long shoe horns and portable toilets. It’s almost funny and if it isn’t, it probably should be.
Herbie got a cat. This wasn’t an automatic, and the choice was between a three-legged cat and one with the traditional number of limbs.
I’m signing up for Medicare. It’s hard to believe. Someone so young and who looks as good as I do signing up for old people’s insurance. This is akin to Bruce Springsteen making the cover of AARP Magazine.
Sometimes driving is as satisfying as a peppermint stick ice cream cone from Dewar’s. In “American Graffiti,” one of two must-see movies if you want to understand Bakersfield and the San Joaquin Valley (the other being “Best of Times”), the characters cruise and while they do, they observe, …
I hit the royal wall when I uncovered a purple tea tin commemorating “The Marriage of Prince William of Wales & Miss Catherine Middleton 29th April 2011.”
Suddenly, everybody is going to the dump. It’s in the air, water and trucks, which are starting up themselves and honking their horns for their owners to get in.
I don’t want his job. Not writing poetry on demand. Writing poetry is hard enough but deadline poetry makes my head spin, burn and hurt.
Notre Dame is the daily intelligence test for the newly arrived in Paris. Notre Dame and the Eiffel Tower. No matter how lost you get or how poor your sense of direction, locate either one and you’re probably not going to die of starvation or be eaten by the Parisian wolves.
Easter is a time of renewal, joy and love or at least I thought so until Sue and I got into it over a pound of jelly beans I’d bought from Smart & Final. I’d put them in a bowl and when I came home one afternoon she had removed the black ones and the white ones from the mix.
I finally jumped into "Game of Thrones," or GoT as the insiders call it. Too many people have said things like “This is the best show of all time,” with the subtext being "If you don’t watch this, you’re nuts."
Our neighbors moved out next door. Their house is dark. A dark, empty house has a different feel than a dark, full house. It’s darker, emptier and more prone to be the subject of darker and emptier thoughts if one was prone to having such thoughts, which one is not.
I was buying some heavy cream at Trader’s Joe’s when I saw somebody I knew. I smiled and asked him how he was doing. He hesitated, as a deer might before crossing a road on a dark night.
A couple of mornings ago, I had a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios but that’s not breakfast, that’s a breakfast placeholder, so I backed it up with two pieces of Sonora wheat sourdough from Baker’s Outpost, a local bakery owned by Laura and Ian Journey.
After watching Roger Federer glide around the court in the finals of Indian Wells last Sunday I realized we had a lot in common, starting with we both continue to defy expectations. Although he lost to the gifted young Austrian Dominic Thiem in three sets, the 37-year-old Federer does what h…