The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

It’s 2020. This week marks four years since we put our Rainey to sleep. I wrote this four years ago, the first of a series of posts in a now defunct blog. I started the series in July of that year as it seemed that we were on the verge of losing our girl. I …

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It is truly wondrous the things you discover during a Facebook break.  You find shelves filled with bundles of paper called books, and those people who you’ve briefly noticed walking about the living room are actually family. 

The past few months have been a slog, a deep depression.   A little gloomy at first and worsening as the days, weeks and months progressed. August arrived in cheerless desolation.   It’s been a descent with no rise in sight. Of course the prime suspect would be COVID-19 but it hasn’t been so much the virus …

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Are we operating on the two nonsensical theories that the coronavirus respects borders or that people won’t get into their cars to go get services not available in their communities? 

This week’s challenge from Cee is Anything to do With Trains and Railroads. While I had a few images in my archives I decided to do some trainspotting to come up with a few more. In nearby Martinez, California there’s a display of a steam locomotive and a short string of cars . Above and …

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Washington Square Park is the centerpiece of San Francisco’s North Beach and it represents my earliest memory of San Francisco’s Little Italy. October, 1964, I’m on the cusp of my 12th birthday and President Lyndon Baines Johnson is appealing to San Francisco’s grass roots. It’s less than one month until the presidential election and I’m …

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Reminiscences of San Francisco’s Little Italy, from the beats to the eats to America’s longest running play.

“My dad taught me everything I know. Unfortunately he didn’t teach me everything he knows.” ~ Al Unser. “When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had …

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Consider this my RSVP.   I won’t be attending the celebration.   That shouldn’t come as a big surprise to those who know me, particularly my wife.   To say that I’ve never been a big party person is a gross understatement.   When I was still working, many were the times when I would stay at my desk …

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Mid-May is past and we’re plunging right into the heart of summer, that time when a schoolboy’s thoughts, in this case grandson Jackson, turns to summer vacation. He hasn’t seen the inside of a classroom in a little over two months but he’s still looking forward to the end of the Zoom Meetings; 45 minutes …

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