N.F.L. Teams Will Be Fined for Players’ Anthem Kneeling. And I am banning the NFL from my viewing schedule as long as this rule is in effect.
The Pacific Eclectic Power Company
Every Day is a Special Occasion
Wednesday, May 23, 2018
Monday, May 29, 2017
Sunday, April 23, 2017
Sunday, July 31, 2016
Culinary Eulogy by mail
BJ, JOEY, PETER
Hearts cry from the empty place left by our wonderful Julie.
The sad news came only when I felt well enough to finally opened the tons of emails.
...
Hearts cry from the empty place left by our wonderful Julie.
The sad news came only when I felt well enough to finally opened the tons of emails.
...
The memories come flooding through ... the birthday card and favorite cake for each employee... fried zucchini... the spring pilgrimage to El Cholo for green corn tamales... the pot of her senate bean soup that chased the gray day away... San Louis sour dough bread.. .M&M chocolate peanuts that appeared out of nowhere and so very much more. A premium invitation was an invite to partake of Julie's famous "rigs" gratefully devoured by the assembled . And it goes on. The accolades seem endless. She was the goddess of morale that kept us afloat amid the show biz chaos.
Marilyn and I are devastated by the loss of Julie.
All the best,
Judy
Marilyn and I are devastated by the loss of Julie.
All the best,
Judy
Sunday, April 10, 2016
Tuesday, January 12, 2016
Moving On
Julie left us yesterday morning. Joe and I were standing at her bedside and Peter was descending at LAX just as Julie's spirit rose aloft. Julie chose this house to live in and to die in. When her final wish was granted, it was with peace and grace in the care of a commendatory hospice service. It is at times like this that the purpose of love is most understood.
Monday, November 02, 2015
The Daylight Savings Time conumdrum solved.
Those who prefer Daylight Savings Time love the extra hour
of afternoon sunshine. Standard Sun timers
hate the later morning darkness. There is a simple solution that benefits both
camps and also ends the twice a year clock confusion. On day one, all clocks
will be set on sun time at midnight, allowing for an early morning sunrise. Then
at noon, all clocks will be set on Daylight Savings Time, giving us that extra
sunshine into the evening. Then at 1:AM, all clocks will be set back to Standard
Time, repeating the earlier morning sunrise. This cycle will repeat every day
of the year, giving both camps maximum satisfaction throughout the year. I would
expect full Congressional support and bi-lateral unity on
a bill with this proposal. Enjoy!
Friday, October 16, 2015
Language as conundrum
According to Glenn Ford, who knew Will Rogers from the stables, the droll humorist never said, "I never met a man I didn't like." Or that is what he did say, but it was out of context. His complete statement was primarily about horses: quote, "I never met a man I didn't like who didn't like horses."
All well and good; but here is where I have a problem. Grammar. What is the difference between :
I never met a man I didn't like who didn't like horses - and -
I never met a man I like who didn't like horses-?
Both "like" and "didn't like" seem to express the same opinion in this matter. How is it explained?
Any help in clarification will be appreciated and I thank you for your patience.
Tuesday, September 29, 2015
DUI on Santa Monica Blvd. circa 1996
The 20th anniversary of a famous trial verdict reminds me of an incident that occurred about a year later. I had just left a friend’s house after watching Evander Holyfield knock Mike Tyson around on PPV and I guess I was feeling my oats. Driving home on Santa Monica Boulevard in my VW Rabbit, I began to feel encroached upon by an erratic driver in a small white sedan. The situation became more irritating through Century City as the driver would speed up, cut me off, change lanes, stop at a green light; then charge through the red as I approached.
The sedan stopped behind a long back-up at Beverly Glen Blvd.
so I was able to pull up alongside. Inside were two black men in the front seat
and a third in the back. I signaled the passenger to roll down his window. When
he did, I ordered the driver to cut in front of me and pull over to the curb
across the intersection.
Somewhat hesitantly, the sedan moved to the curb lane and
gradually came to a stop as I followed behind. Following standard TV Police
Show procedure, I left my vehicle and approached the driver. I told him to turn
off the ignition and give me the keys. I ordered the driver and his front seat
passenger out of the car and to step to the sidewalk. The guy in the back seat,
it appeared, had fallen asleep.
Under questioning, I found that these were three young men
from the American south, seriously soused, who had come to L.A. seeking a good
time. I could tell the driver was too drunk to drive so I explained that his
erratic driving was about to lead to an accident or, at least, the lockup, and
I could not let them proceed. The passenger, however, indicated that he was not
seriously under the influence so, since I was tired and wanting to get home and
felt I had shaken them up enough, I gave him the car keys and suggested they
stop up ahead for some fast food and coffee.
As he started to get behind the wheel, the replacement
driver asked if he could have a hug. I okayed it, and the
late night motorists in Westwood were treated to the sight of a big Black man
and old White guy embracing in the street.
I got back into my car, but the original driver jumped out
of the car and came to my window. “I need a hug, too,” he said, and reached in
to hug me.
I told him to have fun but drive safe. He told me he would
do that, and added that, though the trial was over and the verdict was now
history, he wanted me to know he thought O.J. did it. So I went home.Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Fallen Angel
At the time of his death, George was my oldest living
friend. During those 60-some years, I lived a fairly satisfying , generally
easy and not seriously challenged life. George, on the other hand, met with
many serious challenges throughout his life, not all of his own making, and
most at which he failed. Yet, despite his neuroses, addictions, debaucheries, failures
and the losses, progressively, of everyone and everything he loved and
treasured, including the body he wrecked and ruined through his unwholesome
appetites, he persisted to live beyond the span of years most of us hope to
attain.
At times George seemed to revel in the fact of his bad health,
but frequently, in the final years leading to his death, he complained about his
frequent falling down. It is common for the elderly to fall down, which can
lead to hospitalization and death. And George lived in San Francisco near the
top of the very steep Grant Avenue so caution was his byword.
Very near the end of George’s life, my son Joe happened to
be having an espresso on Columbus Avenue when George walked by. He greeted
George and took this picture, but George didn’t stop to chat and quickly moved
on. It appears that this is the last picture taken of George as he was found
dead a few days later, on the floor beside the bed he had fallen from.