November 9, 2024

I'm not sure this needs any explanation.

Here’s a photo of me that was taken ten years ago.  I must not be aging well.  My friend  Tom gave me a ride to the doctor yesterday and she asked if he was my son.  We’ve often been mistaken for brothers, even twins.  We were both born on October 4th — and he’s a year older.  My blood pressure was still excellent, even after that affront.

I had a “Waylon” moment this week.  I call them that because of the time my friend Jeff Dalrymple encountered an acquaintance whose name slipped his mind.  He knew it was the name of a country singer and called him Waylon.  His name was Conway.  Anyway, Lulu Anaya Summers wondered how much the rent was here at Novellus Clairemont.  $5500 a month, I said.  She allowed as how her mother paid $6000 a month 10 years ago at her place in Rancho Bernardo.  I reminded Lulu that I had gone with her to visit her mom.  “Wasn’t it called Winchester House,” I asked.  Nope.  The Remington Club.  Wrong firearm.

Shame on me, for the pilot died, but I burst out laughing at the just-issued government report on the crash of an F-35 stealth fighter in South Carolina last year.  It took more than 24 hours to locate the wreckage, partly because of the fighter’s stealth technology.

Here’s a word I’ve seen used a thousand times and never used: sanguine.  I’ll be darned, it means “optimistic”. Maybe I’ll start using it, but then people will just look at me funny.  Oh, wait — that’s happening now.

Joel "Davy Crockett" Dennstedt remembers the College Restaurant.  He's even got a photo of himself attacking a stack of pancakes as a young boy.  Click HERE to take another look at the College Restaurant page.

This 1965 photo looking east on University at Central is making the rounds again.  Click HERE to take another look at a larger version and an update.

Remember Pep Ribbons — and sticking yourself with straight pins?  Click HERE for a look back.