Sunday, September 23, 2007

My hair is going gray but I refuse to dye it. I seem to have more gray hair than black which was my “natural color.” My eyebrows are still black. They are just as black now as when I was in high school. I wonder if people think that I must be dying my eyebrows. That would be so STRANGE for someone to just dye their eyebrows and not the rest of their hair. Now I’m worried that people think that I’m strange and that I’m dying them. Maybe I need to eyebrows gray to match the rest of my hair so that people won’t think that I’m strange. Having these thoughts people could be right. Maybe I am strange….

Saturday, September 15, 2007

When I was growing up one of my sports heroes was Duke Snider. I don’t know why for sure but I think it has something to do with him being on my favorite team, the Los Angeles Dodgers and he was one of the players on the team. He also seemed pretty down to earth and likable. I could identify with that. I feel that I’m pretty down to earth and likable. I read a biography about him when I was in the 6th grade and found out that he lived in Fallbrook, CA and raised avocadoes when he retired. I know some people that live in Fallbrook. They’ve said that they’ve seen Duke Snider at the Fallbrook Post Office and said that he seems “very down to earth and likeable.” The other reason I like Duke Snider was because of his name. I always wanted to be called Duke. It seems that would be a good name for a porn star or a dog or British nobility. I always wanted to be a major league baseball player but I had big issues with baseball. I couldn’t run very fast, and most of the times had trouble hitting, and I made lots of errors. Sometimes though even today the dream of playing 2nd base for the Dodgers comes up for me and I ask my friends go call me Duke for a couple of days…

Monday, September 03, 2007

We wanted to see the Grand Canyon… When I was nine years old my family took a trip to Joplin, Missouri to see some of my Mom’s relatives. My Dad was in a hurry to get there and get back and I’m not so sure that he was that excited about Mom’s family. We didn’t get to do much sightseeing on the way there but on the way back Mom persuaded Dad that seeing the Grand Canyon would have some educational value. He said “yes” to the Grand Canyon but then changed his mind when he found out it was 100 miles out of the way. We settled instead on the Petrified Forest which was a bunch of trees that were so old they turned to rocks. Dad convinced us that the Petrified Forest was an even better experience than the Grand Canyon. Dad was wrong. When I shared about it at the 1st “Show and Tell” of the fall kids made fun of me for weeks for seeing the Petrified Forest instead of the Grand Canyon. I loved Dad but I always felt cheated by not seeing Grand Canyon…