The Life in My Years

An anthology of life

Saturday, March 28th, 2020 The Butcher’s Bill 6:30 PM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 663,037 Deaths: 30,851 United States Cases: 123,498 Deaths: 2,211 With the exception of Bio-Rad most of the businesses in our little town of Hercules exist to support the residents who commute elsewhere. To call Hercules a town is overestimating …

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Oh, a storm is threat’ning My very life today If I don’t get some shelter Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away Friday, March 27th The Butcher’s Bill 11:00 AM, PDT (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 558,502 Deaths: 22,251 United States Cases: 91,255 Deaths: 1,353 As of today there are 25 states under a statewide …

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A personal journal of life during the time of covid-19 Thursday, March 26th, 2020 The Morning’s Butcher’s Bill (only a momentary snapshot) World Cases: 492,603 Deaths: 22,184 United States Cases: 66,057 Deaths: 946 The day starts on an inauspicious note. I’m waking up to Nancy Pelosi’s weekly news conference and it’s less than inspiring. On …

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I’m up before dawn on a 50° F. morning; chilly for the Bay Area, balmy for those struggling with a side order of snow to go with their pandemic.  Wife, daughter and grandchildren are enjoying the warmth of bed.  Lexi bounces up, all tail wagging, rolling on the floor, butt in the air doggy excitement. …

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I think there’s some value in putting down our own stories of this unprecedented moment in history, be they narratives, works of fiction, poetry, art, songs or any other record of the experience of 2020.  Years from now, decades from now, historians and students will look for stories, particularly first person, of this singular event.  …

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panic pan-ik noun a sudden overwhelming fear, with or without cause, that produces hysterical or irrational behavior, and that often spreads quickly through a group of persons or animals. The daughter called while I was at the dog park.  Lexi circling a big eucalyptus tree and barking at a squirrel chattering at her, rodent trash …

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My San Francisco is a series of posts that describes my own personal relationship with The City. My San Francisco pieces might be photo essays; they might be life stories or they could be commentaries. They might be a combination of some or all three. My impressions aren’t always paeans to San Francisco; it’s a …

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Ramshackle looking cafe/diners dotted the area.  Places like Susie’s, family owned and looking sketchy on the outside and maybe a little greasy on the inside offered simple fare and good service

You passed them by as they left and you looked the other way, awkward, nothing to say.  They were already gone, ghosts who’s memories haunted the productions lines.

There’s something heretical about buying a few cans of Spam, a frozen pizza, toilet paper and a sixer of Coors Light and then asking the checker, “Oh and can you ring me up a six foot noble fir please?” Some things just have to remain sacred. 

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