Thursday, November 27, 2014
Julia Ramponi was an Italian immigrant who lived across the street in Santa Cruz. She kept her small yard and the public area in front of her house spotless well into her eighties. She told me--in very accented English-- that in the Old Country, the centerline of the street marked the edge of the resident's (unofficial) responsibility. I actually saw her once using gasoline to remove oil spots on the pavement left by leaky cars parked in the space in front of her house.
I'll never forget her self-respect and for the respect she had for her neighbors.
Tuesday, November 25, 2014
Sunday, November 23, 2014
Friday, November 21, 2014
Wednesday, November 19, 2014
Steve Allen's "Man on the Street" interview with Bill Dana on the Tonight Show
Allen: Hello, what is your name?
Dana: My name Jose Jimenez.
Allen: And what do you do?
Dana: I am the first astronaut.
Allen: I see. Is that a crash helmet you're holding?
Dana: Oh, I hope not.
Tuesday, November 18, 2014
I've easily trained the Jays to swoop down and take peanuts out of my hand. It didn't take long. If I hold three, they'll linger on my hand for a few seconds as they figure out how to pick up at least two. They often watch the squirrels bury their peanuts, and then steal them. They're rascals.
Sunday, November 16, 2014
Thursday, November 13, 2014
Wednesday, November 12, 2014
Monday, November 10, 2014
I believe it was 1955 when I was living in North Hollywood with my four brothers and both parents. My two older brothers were spending the summer in San Francisco, and my twin brother and I were left to take care of ourselves during much the hot, dry summer days in the San Fernando Valley. We ended up watching a lot of television, such as it was. Every week, channel 9 in Los Angeles broadcast the same movie every day for six days, and then twice on Sunday, and named the feature the "Channel 9 Movie Theater". I still remember the jingle.
One week that summer, my twin bro and I watched every showing of 'Room Service with the Marx Brothers.
Hail and Farewell!
Saturday, November 8, 2014
Friday, November 7, 2014
Saturday, November 1, 2014
CROSLEY STATION WAGON
I remember riding in the back of a Crosley similar to this with my three brothers and bags of groceries, with my dad at the wheel and my mom riding shotgun in '49 or '50. The little motor and gearbox was no match for that much load climbing the hills of San Francisco, so its status as our family car was short-lived.