Four Thousand Jews marched for two or three months. It was the beginning of spring, when snow melts and flowers begin to bloom. We are again at Table 5 of the Encinitas Senior Center. Lady Barbara did not show up, so I needed more information about his forced march out of Camp Buna. .
For newcomers to table five, we meet each day and speak about the past. That is all we have to hold onto besides are barbecued chicken and sweet potatoes today. Lady Barbara is not with us today. Her back has been giving her fits. The table seems sad today. Barbara is the energy that feeds the rest of us. Her birthday is coming up in April.
"George I want to tell you something. I am smarter than the rest. I am a descendant the Cohan's and a Jewish High Priest. Never are we allowed to be in a room with a dead person."
You told me that you had stayed in Camp Buna. What does it mean?
"Buna means artificial rubber. In our camp the Germans made the rubber for their tanks and trucks."
Why did the German soldiers take you on a Death March?
"They did not wish to go to the front. As long as they marched us, they stayed alive and hoped to be captured by American troops and not the Russians."
How many of the four thousand survived the Death March?
"Out of one hundred, fifty survived the death march. Most of them ate too much food and later died."
How did you survive the cold and what did you eat to stay alive?
"We were inside Hungary and secretly, went to the farms. We stole the dog food to survive. We stayed inside the barn for warmth."
When the Russians came, the Germans had fled. Their soldiers slaughtered cows from the many farms inside Hungary. est of the cow. In no time I had beefed up.from my sixty pounds. The story of Horst Cahn will continue as long as there is life in my fingers. (not finished.)
To my right sits Bob. His Dad, Francisco Carriedo was a gorilla fighter during the occupation by the Japanese. It was called the Bataan Death March. Since the Philappines were a territory, Bob came to America with his two sisters.
Monday, March 31, 2014
Reflections on Beverly Hills
On my last blog. I didn't mention that my stay in San Diego has restored my health and strength. San Diego shows off a different Victoria's Secret every day, and I never quite know what my plans for the day are until I take my 'Y' shower and talk to Him-being God.
I still can't believe how Beverly Hills has changed. Why when I was a kid a century ago, It was a laid back town. You could walk across Olympic Blvd without being hit by a car. On same street, a Twentieth Century had a large screen that was used for background and the background screens were removed later on. Why I even saw Jack rabbits scurrying across in the good old days when nobody locked their front doors.
But today I must apologize for those who live in San Diego. The aroma of urine is mainly in downtown San Diego, and after awhile we get used to it. Of course unlike Beverly Hills, it is the home to 10,000 without a roof over their heads. One gentleman renamed San Diego Obama City.
I fondly remember the Beverly Drive theater on the corner of Beverly and Wilshire. There was Jay's luggage and a Bath and Towel store. The story for the movie Schindler's List began in one of the luggage shops, but will try to remember his name later on.
But it is a new day, one day before the First of April. I still found it hard to believe that I could not find one skate board or bike in downtown Beverly Hills. Every shop had its scent of opulence. Little Santa Monica still had several un-rented shops. That was where its Chamber of Commerce was located.
I saw only three beggars downtown. The same black man still hung out at Nate and Al's Deli. He knew where the money was.
"Good morning sir."
I have learned not to respond in favor of not disturbing my wallet. I remember eating my fresh chopped liver sandwich next to another beggar, this one white. She had a big smile on her face and held a cardboard that read, "God Bless". We sat close to each other on a small ledge outside the Crate and Barrel store.
I spoke to my waitress and she told me there was a large contingent of Koreans who lived there now. I believed her as many took the elevator lift down for parking. Parking was a problem just like San Diego. (Not finished)
I still can't believe how Beverly Hills has changed. Why when I was a kid a century ago, It was a laid back town. You could walk across Olympic Blvd without being hit by a car. On same street, a Twentieth Century had a large screen that was used for background and the background screens were removed later on. Why I even saw Jack rabbits scurrying across in the good old days when nobody locked their front doors.
But today I must apologize for those who live in San Diego. The aroma of urine is mainly in downtown San Diego, and after awhile we get used to it. Of course unlike Beverly Hills, it is the home to 10,000 without a roof over their heads. One gentleman renamed San Diego Obama City.
I fondly remember the Beverly Drive theater on the corner of Beverly and Wilshire. There was Jay's luggage and a Bath and Towel store. The story for the movie Schindler's List began in one of the luggage shops, but will try to remember his name later on.
But it is a new day, one day before the First of April. I still found it hard to believe that I could not find one skate board or bike in downtown Beverly Hills. Every shop had its scent of opulence. Little Santa Monica still had several un-rented shops. That was where its Chamber of Commerce was located.
I saw only three beggars downtown. The same black man still hung out at Nate and Al's Deli. He knew where the money was.
"Good morning sir."
I have learned not to respond in favor of not disturbing my wallet. I remember eating my fresh chopped liver sandwich next to another beggar, this one white. She had a big smile on her face and held a cardboard that read, "God Bless". We sat close to each other on a small ledge outside the Crate and Barrel store.
I spoke to my waitress and she told me there was a large contingent of Koreans who lived there now. I believed her as many took the elevator lift down for parking. Parking was a problem just like San Diego. (Not finished)
Saturday, March 29, 2014
A Side Trip to Beverly Hills
One daughter lives in Belmont Shores, in the city of Long Beach. The other lives a block from Beverly Hills. I am allowed to use only the computers here for one day. Everything has changed in the library. Now the CD's and DVD's get top billing up front. Oh yes, my daughter lives, a block from the West Side Museum of Tolerance and Beverly Hills.
I had intended to take Metro Link from Oceanside, all the way to L.A. Its fare is ten dollars all day-and as far as Santa Barbara. Yet I felt too good to ride the rails, and besides it takes three hours. Dancing lessons two times a week has provided me with the lift for the drive, my two legs.
I made a toasted Jelly sandwich along with two hard boiled eggs. I did a quick toilet break that included fifteen minutes in the 'Y'. shower and bolted out the door. On B Street again I noticed the Nosh would have its unveiling on April Fools Day. The owner ;promised me a free matzo ball soup with this advertisement. From B Street the Green Line was one block away.
After I had tapped my card, the Trolley greeted me with the usual cling cling cling. My car was waiting for me at the Old Town Parking lot. Dolly too felt eager to go. It was seven thirty. I put my mind on cruise control and bypassed the Oceanside station. No Metro Link for me today.
I needed a pit stop for Dolly and me. To the right of the Ortega off ramp was a large friendly station. I took car of nature and pumped twenty dollars worth inside her stomach. Now both of us were satisfied. I asked two bikers the directions to the Amtrak and Metro-Link Station.
"Sir, just go west and follow the road. At the end turn left."
My daughter takes my her kids to a petting zoo. Do you know how to get there?
"The petting zoo is no far from the train station. You can't miss it."
I arrived in Beverly Hills at nine thirty, and none the worst for wear. My daughter slept while I took a few winks on her coach. Even her Yorkshire did not bark. It knows my smell by now. After I picked up two mangoes for ninety nine cents each at the Pico, Ralph's I marched to the #14 bus stop on Beverly Glen.
I had forgotten how much I had missed Beverly Hills. Across the street from the bus stop every car wore a handicap sticker. There were two beauty salons and one upstairs synagogue. I call the Pico location Little Tehran with a Jewish and Arabic flavor. I paid 25 cents for the ride to its library.
After my computer work is done, I will go to Nate and Al's for some fresh chopped liver and cross the street to the Paley Center. I will meet with its supervisor and try to set up a book signing there this year.
Afterwards, I took my daughter to Costco to fill up her fridge, since she had emptied it. Instead of going dancing in Torrance, I decided to get a few necessities for my youngest daughter. It was not easy sleeping on the floor of her bedroom, but I survived.
On Sunday, I left the apartment at seven thirty. I never drive when my legs will do. There is something about seeing and smelling more on foot rather than by car. While waiting for the #14 bus on the corner of Beverly Glen and Pico Blvd. I thought about the difference between Beverly Hills and San Diego.
Whereas Beverly Hills has a scent of expensive perfume, San Diego has the aroma of urine . I only saw two or three homeless in Beverly Hills and everything seemed clean. Why even the streets were repaved. The #14 bus picked me up for one quarter. Besides me, a gringo, it picked up two Mexicans on the way.
The flag ship for Beverly Hills, or Nate and Al's beckoned. To get the feeling of Beverly Hills I needed to order breakfast there.
"Mam, can you get me the short stack and can you throw in a few pickles?"
"What would you like to drink?"
"Get me a glass of cold water. Doing the Beverly Hills walk has made me high enough!"
A few waitresses sang happy birthday to Kevin. The waitress told me he reached 55 and gave me a slice of his birthday cake.
So far, I didn't see any skateboarders, bikers or knapsacks. It was pleasant not to hear any noises. I could read my book in peace. From there I crossed over to Starbucks and ordered a cold coffee. Again the opulence of Beverly Hills was evident. I did no belong, and thank God. I am simple an plain and hope to remain that way.
Yet San Diego is more diversified. It is rather like an amusement park. You can visit the new library, the zoo, the gas lamp, the Harbor, and Little Italy. For me, I love the Rose Garden at Balboa Park, or Ocean Beach just a few miles away. There is something about the ocean that make me feel complete.
I waited for the #14 Metro bus to return me back to my apartment. I needed to take my happier daughter to buy a few items from CVS and take a trip to Huntington Beach to visit my blind brother Mel. Yes, Beverly Hills felt like going to Treasure Island, but who need it, when my two treasures are my daughters.
I had intended to take Metro Link from Oceanside, all the way to L.A. Its fare is ten dollars all day-and as far as Santa Barbara. Yet I felt too good to ride the rails, and besides it takes three hours. Dancing lessons two times a week has provided me with the lift for the drive, my two legs.
I made a toasted Jelly sandwich along with two hard boiled eggs. I did a quick toilet break that included fifteen minutes in the 'Y'. shower and bolted out the door. On B Street again I noticed the Nosh would have its unveiling on April Fools Day. The owner ;promised me a free matzo ball soup with this advertisement. From B Street the Green Line was one block away.
After I had tapped my card, the Trolley greeted me with the usual cling cling cling. My car was waiting for me at the Old Town Parking lot. Dolly too felt eager to go. It was seven thirty. I put my mind on cruise control and bypassed the Oceanside station. No Metro Link for me today.
I needed a pit stop for Dolly and me. To the right of the Ortega off ramp was a large friendly station. I took car of nature and pumped twenty dollars worth inside her stomach. Now both of us were satisfied. I asked two bikers the directions to the Amtrak and Metro-Link Station.
"Sir, just go west and follow the road. At the end turn left."
My daughter takes my her kids to a petting zoo. Do you know how to get there?
"The petting zoo is no far from the train station. You can't miss it."
I arrived in Beverly Hills at nine thirty, and none the worst for wear. My daughter slept while I took a few winks on her coach. Even her Yorkshire did not bark. It knows my smell by now. After I picked up two mangoes for ninety nine cents each at the Pico, Ralph's I marched to the #14 bus stop on Beverly Glen.
I had forgotten how much I had missed Beverly Hills. Across the street from the bus stop every car wore a handicap sticker. There were two beauty salons and one upstairs synagogue. I call the Pico location Little Tehran with a Jewish and Arabic flavor. I paid 25 cents for the ride to its library.
After my computer work is done, I will go to Nate and Al's for some fresh chopped liver and cross the street to the Paley Center. I will meet with its supervisor and try to set up a book signing there this year.
Afterwards, I took my daughter to Costco to fill up her fridge, since she had emptied it. Instead of going dancing in Torrance, I decided to get a few necessities for my youngest daughter. It was not easy sleeping on the floor of her bedroom, but I survived.
On Sunday, I left the apartment at seven thirty. I never drive when my legs will do. There is something about seeing and smelling more on foot rather than by car. While waiting for the #14 bus on the corner of Beverly Glen and Pico Blvd. I thought about the difference between Beverly Hills and San Diego.
Whereas Beverly Hills has a scent of expensive perfume, San Diego has the aroma of urine . I only saw two or three homeless in Beverly Hills and everything seemed clean. Why even the streets were repaved. The #14 bus picked me up for one quarter. Besides me, a gringo, it picked up two Mexicans on the way.
The flag ship for Beverly Hills, or Nate and Al's beckoned. To get the feeling of Beverly Hills I needed to order breakfast there.
"Mam, can you get me the short stack and can you throw in a few pickles?"
"What would you like to drink?"
"Get me a glass of cold water. Doing the Beverly Hills walk has made me high enough!"
A few waitresses sang happy birthday to Kevin. The waitress told me he reached 55 and gave me a slice of his birthday cake.
So far, I didn't see any skateboarders, bikers or knapsacks. It was pleasant not to hear any noises. I could read my book in peace. From there I crossed over to Starbucks and ordered a cold coffee. Again the opulence of Beverly Hills was evident. I did no belong, and thank God. I am simple an plain and hope to remain that way.
Yet San Diego is more diversified. It is rather like an amusement park. You can visit the new library, the zoo, the gas lamp, the Harbor, and Little Italy. For me, I love the Rose Garden at Balboa Park, or Ocean Beach just a few miles away. There is something about the ocean that make me feel complete.
I waited for the #14 Metro bus to return me back to my apartment. I needed to take my happier daughter to buy a few items from CVS and take a trip to Huntington Beach to visit my blind brother Mel. Yes, Beverly Hills felt like going to Treasure Island, but who need it, when my two treasures are my daughters.
Friday, March 28, 2014
A Lion's Club Dance.
The 8 Freeway was a breeze. No stop and go at any time. I made it to my College turn off in a few minutes. The crop of ladies at the Lions Club did not look too appealing to me. Of course I might have looked the same to them.
I guess as we climb towards one hundred, our faces shrink but our noses and ears stick around. Now the beautiful red lip stick stands out like a mustard on a blue shirt. It is almost seven o'clock and the Moon Light Sonata Orchestra is ready to play. On the right corner sits a gal I recognize. She is one of the few that still as a face to go with her frame. I decided to walk toward her. She sees me and stand up.
In my thirties, all these beasts looked appetizing. But what must I resemble to them. No more do I look like Robert Redford or a blue eyed baby. So what! I am still alive, ain't I?
"Hi George. So glad you could make it. I am delighted to dance with you." The orchestra played a Salsa number even though their piano player did not show up. My ears needed to hear the piano as some dame took over the keys without any rhythm.
"Sorry George. Is your foot OK?" Marian's left foot stepped on my right one."
To hell with my foot. Can you look at me rather than your feet. Am I bad looking? Do you think that I will eat you?
"No but I have to see where you are going. I wish to keep in step with you." At that point she looked up at me, finally. She had a gorgeous face, a bit wrinkled but what does one expect for one reaching good old 70. I wrapped my arms around her and felt lumps in the right places. I told myself to calm down and control myself.
During intermission I sat down with her. So I won't bore my bloggers, I will summarize what she told me. I love to find out about people.
'I was born in San Francisco in the early forties. We moved to Ocean Beach. It did not have as many hippies then. At four, my Mom and Dad divorced. It felt depressed for a long time Mom took me to the skating ring on the weekends. The Movie theater was on Newton Street.
"Mom loved to play South Pacific on our record player. I loved to hear her sing. A few beach goers got too close to the cliffs and drowned. The tide pools excited me. I could find various shells and other sea creatures."
"Marian, did you ever marry?"
"Yes, to a Navy flier. He went to Vietnam and was hit by Agent Orange. He lived with cancer for five years. My son was killed in a car accident, but I am lucky to have a step daughter and also a daughter. When not baby sitting, I am learning to play bridge and take yoga to relax."
"Oh yes, I lived two years in Japan and that is where I got my spiritual qualities"
We danced a few more numbers and I gave her my card with my E mail. After dancing, I felt alive and ready to tackle life again. An easy drive back on the 8 led me to my free parking place in Old Town. I love taking the rails back to downtown from there I am getting used to the smell of real people.
I slept in this morning. I am looking forward to another dance with Marian.
I guess as we climb towards one hundred, our faces shrink but our noses and ears stick around. Now the beautiful red lip stick stands out like a mustard on a blue shirt. It is almost seven o'clock and the Moon Light Sonata Orchestra is ready to play. On the right corner sits a gal I recognize. She is one of the few that still as a face to go with her frame. I decided to walk toward her. She sees me and stand up.
In my thirties, all these beasts looked appetizing. But what must I resemble to them. No more do I look like Robert Redford or a blue eyed baby. So what! I am still alive, ain't I?
"Hi George. So glad you could make it. I am delighted to dance with you." The orchestra played a Salsa number even though their piano player did not show up. My ears needed to hear the piano as some dame took over the keys without any rhythm.
"Sorry George. Is your foot OK?" Marian's left foot stepped on my right one."
To hell with my foot. Can you look at me rather than your feet. Am I bad looking? Do you think that I will eat you?
"No but I have to see where you are going. I wish to keep in step with you." At that point she looked up at me, finally. She had a gorgeous face, a bit wrinkled but what does one expect for one reaching good old 70. I wrapped my arms around her and felt lumps in the right places. I told myself to calm down and control myself.
During intermission I sat down with her. So I won't bore my bloggers, I will summarize what she told me. I love to find out about people.
'I was born in San Francisco in the early forties. We moved to Ocean Beach. It did not have as many hippies then. At four, my Mom and Dad divorced. It felt depressed for a long time Mom took me to the skating ring on the weekends. The Movie theater was on Newton Street.
"Mom loved to play South Pacific on our record player. I loved to hear her sing. A few beach goers got too close to the cliffs and drowned. The tide pools excited me. I could find various shells and other sea creatures."
"Marian, did you ever marry?"
"Yes, to a Navy flier. He went to Vietnam and was hit by Agent Orange. He lived with cancer for five years. My son was killed in a car accident, but I am lucky to have a step daughter and also a daughter. When not baby sitting, I am learning to play bridge and take yoga to relax."
"Oh yes, I lived two years in Japan and that is where I got my spiritual qualities"
We danced a few more numbers and I gave her my card with my E mail. After dancing, I felt alive and ready to tackle life again. An easy drive back on the 8 led me to my free parking place in Old Town. I love taking the rails back to downtown from there I am getting used to the smell of real people.
I slept in this morning. I am looking forward to another dance with Marian.
Thursday, March 27, 2014
Batter Up!
The San Diego Padres Baseball season begins Sunday. It is a night game so bring blankets and a heavy jacket. And by no means drive to the park. Let me take seventh inning stretch to show you Never, ever drive to Petco Park. Seven bad things will happen-I mentioned them in earlier blogs.
Those who come in from North County can park at any of the commuter station parking lots. They are free and safe. Buy a Compass ticket before boarding. Most trains run early morning or late afternoon. Check the time schedules.
Like Amtrak, you may bring drinks on board, but don't ever leave the train with an open bottle. You will be ticketed. Please don't drink when with kids. We don't wish them to get the habit too early. There are toilet closets on board. A yellow light outside the commode tells you it is in use. On most baseball day or night games on the Coaster, it is quite noisy. I use a ear plugs during baseball season. Their is a water tap next to the toilet closet.
You can transfer to a Green Line Trolley at Old Town. Again, you must purchase a ticket at the dispenser. Every fifteen minutes there is a trolley. Like the Coaster train, the scenic views are worth the price of the ticket.
Many fans like to stop at the Gas Lamp area for great food and wine. To the right of the Tin Fish Cafe is a public restroom. Go there when nature calls, and a second time if you forget, like me. For those who en-train before the game. You may wish to visit the new San Diego library if time permits. There are endless tours offered and it is only two blocks from the Stadium. Enter for the tours on Eleventh Street.
The Green Line Trolley returns you back to the Santa Fe Train Station. Drinking is forbidden after nine o'clock and there is always a late Coaster train for your departure. Also, Amtrak also offers a ride home and stops at each of the Coaster stops like Encinitas, Carlsbad and Oceanside.
Tuesday is a day game. The library opens its doors at nine thirty. You can take the Trolley to the Imperial Station and at the Baseball Park Deli there. It offers simple but filling breakfasts and lunches. You can get the feel of San Diego eating there. The Library is only two clocks north from the Deli. Those who bag it can take it to the ninth floor for a view of Tijuana, the ball park, and the Coronado Bridge. To the East is Logan and the Sherman Heights area.
The New Library offers over one hundred and fifty state of the art computers. You will be dazzled by them.
So root root root for the home team, if they don't win its a shame...but you are never out at the Old Ball...Park.
Nuts and Bolts in San Diego: No matter where you stand, San Diego's View is the same: beautiful
Those who come in from North County can park at any of the commuter station parking lots. They are free and safe. Buy a Compass ticket before boarding. Most trains run early morning or late afternoon. Check the time schedules.
Like Amtrak, you may bring drinks on board, but don't ever leave the train with an open bottle. You will be ticketed. Please don't drink when with kids. We don't wish them to get the habit too early. There are toilet closets on board. A yellow light outside the commode tells you it is in use. On most baseball day or night games on the Coaster, it is quite noisy. I use a ear plugs during baseball season. Their is a water tap next to the toilet closet.
You can transfer to a Green Line Trolley at Old Town. Again, you must purchase a ticket at the dispenser. Every fifteen minutes there is a trolley. Like the Coaster train, the scenic views are worth the price of the ticket.
Many fans like to stop at the Gas Lamp area for great food and wine. To the right of the Tin Fish Cafe is a public restroom. Go there when nature calls, and a second time if you forget, like me. For those who en-train before the game. You may wish to visit the new San Diego library if time permits. There are endless tours offered and it is only two blocks from the Stadium. Enter for the tours on Eleventh Street.
The Green Line Trolley returns you back to the Santa Fe Train Station. Drinking is forbidden after nine o'clock and there is always a late Coaster train for your departure. Also, Amtrak also offers a ride home and stops at each of the Coaster stops like Encinitas, Carlsbad and Oceanside.
Tuesday is a day game. The library opens its doors at nine thirty. You can take the Trolley to the Imperial Station and at the Baseball Park Deli there. It offers simple but filling breakfasts and lunches. You can get the feel of San Diego eating there. The Library is only two clocks north from the Deli. Those who bag it can take it to the ninth floor for a view of Tijuana, the ball park, and the Coronado Bridge. To the East is Logan and the Sherman Heights area.
The New Library offers over one hundred and fifty state of the art computers. You will be dazzled by them.
So root root root for the home team, if they don't win its a shame...but you are never out at the Old Ball...Park.
Nuts and Bolts in San Diego: No matter where you stand, San Diego's View is the same: beautiful
Wednesday, March 26, 2014
The Carlsbad Flower Fields
The Flower Fields of Carlsbad are in full bloom, somewhat early. The hot weather caught Carlsbad by surprise when buds turned to flowers overnight. I witnessed the miracle yesterday while I drove on Palomar Airport Road on my way to Costco.
Yesterday outdid the day before. My body now is getting accustomed to two dance lessons every week. My rejuvenated body stoked up my heart and brain. Everything felt wonderful, and for no reason - since - nothing has changed in my life except me.
I allowed the Amtrak to do my driving yesterday. This commuter train allowed me to ease into my day. I just love Amtrak's smooth drive with a great view of God's creation. My Coaster pass had added lots of free miles on this train. I hope to get a free ride to Portland later.
Yesterday was a productive day. I spent it at the Encinitas Computer room. After two hours of keyboard work, and a visit to Table 5 for lunch, I decided to get myself organized. I needed to put papers into my storage shed in Carlsbad. First I needed to satisfy my stomach at the Tip Top restaurant. Then I bought some vegetables at the Grand Market in back.
"How you doing Mr. Garrett. How's the blog?"
Your Texas juice oranges has done the trick. I feel great. As long as I buy and eat vegetables here, nothing can go wrong.
Vince placed a fresh head of green lettuce, with a ripe tomato and onions in my bag. I could just taste the tomatoes on top of my tuna sandwich. There is nothing like fresh fruit and vegetables-some from local farmers.
Instead of placing papers into my storage bin across the street, I decided to drive to Costco off of Palomar Road. It was time for more Kirkland Albacore Tuna. It is only $14 for eight large cans, and each can is filled with fresh tuna. It is so fresh that my tongue unravels before the fish enters my mouth.
Now my eyes wished to get into the act. The famous Carlsbad flowers danced in front of me showing off a bevy of gorgeous flowers. I even had to stop my car and take a picture of this unannounced event. Now with my eyes taken care of, my tongue needed a fix. I bought my eight cans of Albacore Tuna and then my stomach spoke. What about me?
"Now George, each Polish dog is only one sixty. And make sure to add lots of mustard covered in onions. Well who in God's name could overrule my gut? I unfastened my belt and dove into the Dog. Wow what a way to end a perfect Gorgeous Day.
Nuts and Bolts for today: What we see and eat determines how we think.
Yesterday outdid the day before. My body now is getting accustomed to two dance lessons every week. My rejuvenated body stoked up my heart and brain. Everything felt wonderful, and for no reason - since - nothing has changed in my life except me.
I allowed the Amtrak to do my driving yesterday. This commuter train allowed me to ease into my day. I just love Amtrak's smooth drive with a great view of God's creation. My Coaster pass had added lots of free miles on this train. I hope to get a free ride to Portland later.
Yesterday was a productive day. I spent it at the Encinitas Computer room. After two hours of keyboard work, and a visit to Table 5 for lunch, I decided to get myself organized. I needed to put papers into my storage shed in Carlsbad. First I needed to satisfy my stomach at the Tip Top restaurant. Then I bought some vegetables at the Grand Market in back.
"How you doing Mr. Garrett. How's the blog?"
Your Texas juice oranges has done the trick. I feel great. As long as I buy and eat vegetables here, nothing can go wrong.
Vince placed a fresh head of green lettuce, with a ripe tomato and onions in my bag. I could just taste the tomatoes on top of my tuna sandwich. There is nothing like fresh fruit and vegetables-some from local farmers.
Instead of placing papers into my storage bin across the street, I decided to drive to Costco off of Palomar Road. It was time for more Kirkland Albacore Tuna. It is only $14 for eight large cans, and each can is filled with fresh tuna. It is so fresh that my tongue unravels before the fish enters my mouth.
Now my eyes wished to get into the act. The famous Carlsbad flowers danced in front of me showing off a bevy of gorgeous flowers. I even had to stop my car and take a picture of this unannounced event. Now with my eyes taken care of, my tongue needed a fix. I bought my eight cans of Albacore Tuna and then my stomach spoke. What about me?
"Now George, each Polish dog is only one sixty. And make sure to add lots of mustard covered in onions. Well who in God's name could overrule my gut? I unfastened my belt and dove into the Dog. Wow what a way to end a perfect Gorgeous Day.
Nuts and Bolts for today: What we see and eat determines how we think.
Tuesday, March 25, 2014
More with Lady Barbara
"I am sure the Mott family is behind Obama today. That is why our country is going to the dogs. Remember George when I told you George Schmidt hated my guts. It probably was the reason he wished to send my husband to Saudi-Arabia to build a power plants."
Earlier that morning, I took two dirty shirts to be dry cleaned at the cleaners on B Street across from the Santa Fe Station. There was something special about the store where the owner spoke English. Her name was Marion and she promised to change the stores name from Splendid to one more appropriate
Next store a banner had signaled the opening of the Nosh. It would be an April 1 opening. I wondered if it as a put on or real. I just knew a Jewish deli meant lots of business for the cleaners next door. I strode to the #567 Amtrak for my trip to Encinitas. I hoped that Lady Barbara's back was better. I miss her when she is not there.
For those new to my Blog, Lady Barbara married the second in command of Bechtel, and also related to numerous famous Greene's down through history. Her ancestry goes back to the Sixth Wife of Henry the Eighth. Her dislike of the Mott family goes way back when they "controlled the Democratic Party. The wife of Schmidt despised her since she was an outspoken Republican.
Again we are at Table number 5. With us today are Thomas, Ron, Abe, Leona and me. It is chicken with the trimmings. Lady Barbara continues.
"My husband Jay and I went to Mexico a few times on business. For the life of me, I did not know why some Mexican women did not shave their legs. One told me they did not wish to be mistaken for an Indian since they don't have hair on their legs. I found out about the animosity of the ruling class and the Indians. It is probably why they could not ever get ahead in life."
At that moment, Leona cut a piece of her chicken for me and a few vegetables. She is only ninety five and always repeats what her Dad told her. "Never be anything but a Democrat." I had not called for lunch since I thought I would go to the new San Diego Library. My plans change from moment to moment since I listen to Him and I don't disappoint.
Lady Barbara had her legs folded on a chair to relieve the pain from her back. She had been born with a curved spine, much like a camel. In fact, she could no take regular gym class. Now even though these are just tidbits from Table 5, I hope you will allow me to recall her story after I had told her how my Mom beat the hell out of me with a broom.
"You are not alone. After we knelt down to do our prayers, I did not fall asleep. I waited for my Dad to enter my room and I would go to the bathroom. My brother told me later on that he abused him when I wasn't there."
I told Barbara that in the forties, I sold figs from my red wagon for one penny a piece. Some ate too many and I charged them a nickle to use our toilet.
"Well George, it reminds me of when my brother and I sold lemonade on the corner. Mom got so embarrassed with us. We always went to bed a little hungry but relaxed when my Mom told my Dad to shove off. I never saw my Dad again and may have been the reason I married Jay. We both needed each other so much. Jay's Dad had divorced his Mom and he never knew his own Dad. He had been brought up in a boarding house."
"Why Jay ruled in my house. He never gave me or the kids any cross words. His words were followed with ease and piece. We made all say the Lord's prayer before bed. Each of our seven kids turned out not just OK but with great jobs."
At that point, her lift came and Ron helped her carry the bag of left overs. I came into the computer room one hour ago to make sure her story would never be forgotten. After all, she has seventeen Grand Children en and three Great Ones.
Earlier that morning, I took two dirty shirts to be dry cleaned at the cleaners on B Street across from the Santa Fe Station. There was something special about the store where the owner spoke English. Her name was Marion and she promised to change the stores name from Splendid to one more appropriate
Next store a banner had signaled the opening of the Nosh. It would be an April 1 opening. I wondered if it as a put on or real. I just knew a Jewish deli meant lots of business for the cleaners next door. I strode to the #567 Amtrak for my trip to Encinitas. I hoped that Lady Barbara's back was better. I miss her when she is not there.
For those new to my Blog, Lady Barbara married the second in command of Bechtel, and also related to numerous famous Greene's down through history. Her ancestry goes back to the Sixth Wife of Henry the Eighth. Her dislike of the Mott family goes way back when they "controlled the Democratic Party. The wife of Schmidt despised her since she was an outspoken Republican.
Again we are at Table number 5. With us today are Thomas, Ron, Abe, Leona and me. It is chicken with the trimmings. Lady Barbara continues.
"My husband Jay and I went to Mexico a few times on business. For the life of me, I did not know why some Mexican women did not shave their legs. One told me they did not wish to be mistaken for an Indian since they don't have hair on their legs. I found out about the animosity of the ruling class and the Indians. It is probably why they could not ever get ahead in life."
At that moment, Leona cut a piece of her chicken for me and a few vegetables. She is only ninety five and always repeats what her Dad told her. "Never be anything but a Democrat." I had not called for lunch since I thought I would go to the new San Diego Library. My plans change from moment to moment since I listen to Him and I don't disappoint.
Lady Barbara had her legs folded on a chair to relieve the pain from her back. She had been born with a curved spine, much like a camel. In fact, she could no take regular gym class. Now even though these are just tidbits from Table 5, I hope you will allow me to recall her story after I had told her how my Mom beat the hell out of me with a broom.
"You are not alone. After we knelt down to do our prayers, I did not fall asleep. I waited for my Dad to enter my room and I would go to the bathroom. My brother told me later on that he abused him when I wasn't there."
I told Barbara that in the forties, I sold figs from my red wagon for one penny a piece. Some ate too many and I charged them a nickle to use our toilet.
"Well George, it reminds me of when my brother and I sold lemonade on the corner. Mom got so embarrassed with us. We always went to bed a little hungry but relaxed when my Mom told my Dad to shove off. I never saw my Dad again and may have been the reason I married Jay. We both needed each other so much. Jay's Dad had divorced his Mom and he never knew his own Dad. He had been brought up in a boarding house."
"Why Jay ruled in my house. He never gave me or the kids any cross words. His words were followed with ease and piece. We made all say the Lord's prayer before bed. Each of our seven kids turned out not just OK but with great jobs."
At that point, her lift came and Ron helped her carry the bag of left overs. I came into the computer room one hour ago to make sure her story would never be forgotten. After all, she has seventeen Grand Children en and three Great Ones.
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