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.
