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Driving to the Park

September 25, 2018

If this post looks familiar, there’s a reason. I accidentally published it before it was finished. So, now, I’ve finished it and am publishing with a new title.

PSX_20180924_232233As I age, I become more of an observer of life and (perhaps) less of a participant, although I prefer to think that I participate in kinder and more considerate ways. Even when the forty year old in my head conspires with my Inner Curmudgeon try to agitate me into repeating the actions of my youth … say, flipping off the driver who cut me off … I resist. Most times successfully. Sometimes, the behaviors of our strange species that I observe are exactly what sets off my forty year old and my Inner Curmudgeon and my brain becomes a battleground between Look at that. Isn’t that interesting, and Look at that idiot. I should give him a piece of my mind (a truly odd saying, if you think about it). (more…)

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Friday Favorites – 9/12/2014

September 12, 2014

friday1It is almost 3:00 pm in the afternoon.   On Friday.   And once again, I’m having trouble coming up with a Friday Favorite.   Oh, I’ve come up with a few ideas but upon searching the Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog archives, they’ve been done before.  After almost four years … 201 posts … I think this well is dry.   It’s not that there aren’t things I like enough to post about, I just don’t like them enough to call them a Favorite.  So, I’m making an executive … maybe an executive editor … decision.  This will be the last Friday Favorite, leaving only one theme day on Bud’s Blog, that being Monday Smiles.  It’s one thing to run out of favorites … running out of smiles would be a sad day indeed.  So this will be a Friday Favorites retrospective. (more…)

Friday Favorites 9/5/2014

September 5, 2014

shelf2I am an incessant collector of mementos.   You might call them tchotchkes if you knew the Yiddish term (a knickknack or trinket, usually of little monetary value).  Isn’t it true that it’s memories that transform a tchotchke into a memento?  There are rocks and sea shells from various places we’ve visited.   There are glass birds that spend forty-something years on my Mom’s tier table.  There is a bullet casing from the 7-gun salute at my Dad’s funeral.  There’s a candle from the table at my daughter’s wedding and my old slide rule from college.   I bring this up because this week I had my office painted, which required moving all the furniture to the center of the room … and packing up all my mementos.  Now, I am reconstructing my office and discovering much working space my memento collection was costing me.  So, I’m trying to be judicious in deciding which … and how many … of them make there way back to my desk and bookcase and which make their way to our storage bin.  Some, I may conclude actually are tchotchkes that I can discard (I can’t bring myself to say, Throw in the Trash). (more…)

Friday Favorites 8/29/2014

August 28, 2014
Our First House in Yorba Linda

Our First House in Yorba Linda

This is probably a peculiar post, so let me explain how it happened.  I decided I would like to post about all the places I’ve lived … with pictures … on my Dad’s Legacy Blog that I’m building for my kids and grandkids.   I decided I wanted to post a picture of every apartment, dorm, room and house I’d lived it.   My wife Muri will tell you I can get a bit obsessive when I take on such a project.  The places that were truly home were easy … I had pictures already scanned.   I found an old picture that shows my dorm at the University of Connecticut and I found a picture of my freshman year dorm on the Stevens Tech website.  That left Google Maps Street View to find the rest.  In some cases, I didn’t remember the exact address and had to eyeball my choices.  One apartment has been torn down and another, I haven’t a clue where it was in Newton, MA.  Anyway, by the time I finished, I didn’t feel like starting on a Friday Favorites, so this is it.   I’ll understand if you decide to skip it.

I was thinking this morning about how many places I have lived in my seven decades.   I was born in New Haven, Connecticut and spent the first couple years of my life living with my Mom’s parents.   There are a few pictures of me and some relatives in that neighborhood but no memories.  When my Dad came home from service in WWII, we moved to a small apartment on The Boulevard in New Haven.  It was a neighborhood full of young families, so there were lots of kids to play with, many of whom I still remember with a little assistance from some old photos from my Dad’s house.  I had my first best friend there, Roy Winchester.  In the summer before I started fourth grade, we moved to small ranch house in East Haven, Connecticut.  They say that home is where the heart is, but some places have more heart than others … I would call 650 Bradley Street home for nineteen more years, even though I went away to college after 13 years and off to work after 17.  For college, I spent a year in the dorms at Stevens Tech, in Hoboken, NJ, a year in an apartment in Waterbury (while I attended a branch of the University of Connecticut), and two years in the dorms at the main campus in Storrs, CT.   When I took my first engineering job in 1966, I first rented a room in Brookline, Massachusetts then moved to an apartment that I shared with a UConn classmate in Newton, MA, not far from where the shootout with the Bostan Marathon bombers took place.  I would take a room in Newport, RI when I changed jobs until Muri and I got married. (more…)

Friday Favorites 8/22/2014

August 22, 2014

bradley stI grew up in what was probably a lower middle class neighborhood, not that I even thought about such things back then.  It was my neighborhood and I was happy there.  Sure, I knew there were more affluent families and more upscale neighborhoods but I didn’t care.  I took it for granted that some of my friends had more money and some, less.  Some friends bought their clothes down at the shops around Yale University … I bought mine at the discount stores like Anderson Little.  A few kids had their own cars.  Quite a few came from multi-car families so they had ready access to a car.  My family had one car, Dad’s.  If Mom needed a car, she drove him to work then picked him up.   When I started to drive, sometimes, I’d do it for her … and sometimes, I’d do it for me so I could drive to school.  Dad was very reasonable about letting me borrow the car for dates and such, although he usually let me do my best negotiator routine before he handed me the keys. (more…)

Friday Favorites 8/15/2014

August 15, 2014

FAVORITESince my blogging break a few weeks ago, I’ve found it easier to take a day or two off from Older Eyes – Bud’s Blog. That’s a good thing because blogging was becoming a job … and these days, I have two real jobs to keep me busy, so I don’t need a hobby behaving like work. But I still find it hard to skip my Monday Post, Monday Smiles, and my Friday Post, Friday Favorites … and here it is, 11:15 on Thursday Night. After posting 197 consecutive Friday Favorites, I’ve learned to go back and look at my archives before starting in on a new Friday Favorite because often, my latest inspiration is an inspiration I’ve had before. Case(s) in point. Tonight I considered posting my favorite big band hit (done 9/3/2010, Begin the Beguine by Artie Shaw), my favorite doo-wop song (done 10/21/2011, Come Go with Me by the Del Vikings), my favorite painting (done 8/13/2010, Renoir’s Girl with a Watering Can) and my favorite artist (done 6/24/2011, Claude Monet).   I need to get a post done tonight because I have an important business call in the morning to prepare for.  I’ve already resorted to favorite number and favorite color.  Could it be I’m entirely out of favorites? Not quite. (more…)

Friday Favorites 8/8/2014

August 8, 2014

amadeusThere are films I can watch again and again.  My wife, Muri, finds that a bit peculiar but I look at it this way: Don’t we listen to the same song, the same concerto, again and again, even though we know every lyric and every note by heart?  Just as we wait for the Ode to Joy as we listen to Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, can’t we anticipate the moment when David and Margaret drive through the falling cherry blossoms to the tune of At Last in Pleasantville? (scene here).   Is reliving the look on the warden’s face when he realizes Andy has escaped in Shawshank Redemption (scene here) any less enjoyable than hearing again that You can check out any time you want but you can never leave from the Hotel California?
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