Back In The Truck

Back in the truck and feels awkward but going to San Jose, Milpitas and San Francisco might help.The home where lawyers are roommates  or if you have rent control from the way way back you’re getting off cheap.  I loved it when both my grandmother and sister lived there at the same time and  I used every opportunity to visit.  I especially loved Chinatown where if you accidentally drop your groceries on the bus and oranges roll out you may not get them back. Or Louie dim sum on Pacific and Stockton where the  Chinese have a saying “a little dirt don’t hurt” so I’m staring at the cat with her litter lying on the bottom shelf as I order “Er bao  and sum mai” . If you can’t live in a building maybe you can scale it like a french dude did in little Italy  I watched it on TV and then went outside to see 5 helicopters hovering around a building near the Transamerica one with  cops on the roof waiting  to arrest him.  My grandmother lived above an erotica exotica bakery  “south of the slot” in the Tenderloin district.  The warmth and aroma were a bonus but the things they created with shredded coconut made it difficult for me to ask if the did a regular sheet cake for my Gma-s birthday.  “Sure” thank goodness.  San Franciscans are snobby, I would be too if I lived in Nob Hill or North Beach.  I thought paying a 50.00 dollar room tax per day at the Fairmont was a little too much. So I’ll visit for the day and   play some poker either at the Oaks Room or Garden State in San Bruno. Who am I kidding I gotta work.


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What do you Say?

Lovely social media has created a stir. Last week I attend a meet and greet based on where and when you lived in a particular city. Apparently there was a party crasher, I know I sat next to her and she was delightful. A gentleman at the same event, didn’t think so and shared his perception that implied not only did she not belong but her behavior put this group at risk. 101 comments later I realized you can’t fix ugly. We yield power with a pen or a stroke of the keyboard and may I never state anything but thoughtful factual observations and expressions that promote how special we all are and how important it is just to be nice. I don’t have to endorse the dark side which is a part of us but sometimes I can’t help myself. Last week I buried the coca-cola in the cabinet and then stacked all the other less desirable drinks on top. Why? Because no one else was going to do it, they kept pulling out soda and leaving a plastic mess behind. I enjoy a nice break room. It’s lame but got so much satisfaction especially when I heard they were looking for them. I said I put them away hee hee.


Free Time

Mid February I going back out on the road meanwhile I am working at the surgery center playing a little bit of poker and reflecting. An opportunity came up to meet people from the neighborhood I grew up in. None of us knew each other but easily we shared our pasts and the present. Suzy from Montebello, who takes her 90 year mother to play at the casino, was generous and delightful. Surprisingly several people were educators. As The wholesome group discussion remained free of colourful language and showboating which I appreciate. Anna was considerate and lively letting both Sue and I edit the pictures she took of us. She is an avid photographer and she shared her love of watercolor and karaoke. Bill who I perceived to be a little lonely had an opportunity to share what it’s like to be a substitute teacher for 30 years. He is insightful stating that today’s kids have a struggle with “too many choices” and Sue stated ” I live in the house I was born in I teach at the school I attended…” I thought that was remarkable from a historical standpoint. Leslie was an attractive gal and a good sport. Matt choose on his own accord to record pictures of homes in Monterey Park listed by others on social media and then post which led to this meeting. I had my own agenda. I wanted to introduce them to this blog. In way I am too recording history which started out as a means to keep track of dates and places and has now become a writing expedition. Cheers to group of wonderful people.



1421779208531-542592867Played poker yesterday and looked up to see a couple of guys who I knew were gypsies.  Stereotypes aside I am fascinated because we all have evolved.  My folks do business with a guy and my mom said one day they chatted a little and Angelo said he  wanted more for his kids and family.  To read,  write and go to school was important to him and he actively  changed the course. Then there was gypsy Mike who was a beautiful sexy guy who love women. The story goes that he had a bunch of girlfriends and each of these lucky gals got gifts. He’d take something that belong to girlfriend number one and passed on to the next gal. One day gal one got her fur coat back. Few years back fishing out Long Beach my friends winnning jackpot fish went missing and yes  the  gypsies’ burlap bag was  right next to mine. So what’s a few missing fish.  Culturally in the past, the gift of the grift is in  their makeup just like other cultures that honor their elders or arrange marriages. I get it and I ain’t mad, in fact the two guys ended up  at the omaha table and we broke bread. A delicious club sandwich and fried rice. I enjoyed their company and they teased me for not being shy. It was a good time.

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I Love The Quality Of My Problems

A co-worker said ” If you were to throw your problems into a pile with others you would pick out your own.” She is right and I realized that I am not going to be rewarded for my suffering either. The ego is such that if I make sacrifices the outcome should go my way. I don’t know how people do it, handle their finances or lack thereof in the midst of relying on others. The “Rob Peter to Pay Paul” works for a awhile but it gets old quick. I crack myself up, who do I think I am when I judge others based on their actions when I really don’t know what is going on. I rented a studio to a gal who on paper looks like a high risk but I go with my gut and I understand the importance of giving someone a break. She needs a break she moved back from Florida because “there is no money there” and she went on to explain she can get a night teaching job here , in addition to her day job. Her spouse is staying behind to care for his parents both whom are too sick to considered moving . She told me her low FICO score. I choose her because she showed up where others said they would and did not and she came prepared. On the other hand I got a situation that read and smelled beautiful and it turned to shit, not right away but over time. The reason I love the quality of my problems is because I created them myself.


A Flood

Today there were three types of floods. The Rooter Rooter guy said “too much toilet paper” in the line and 350.00 dollars gets a five day reprieve from the next one. Whatever, I’ve had my share of plumbing stories and I left out the word horror stories because I am grateful for plumbing in general and this recent one occurred at my mom’s home. For the record those ” flushable baby wipes” are contraindicated. More than one plumber has pleaded with me….word. My mom and I escaped to the local movie theatre to see “The Gambler” and it was not what I expected and provoked me in to a different frame of mind. The message is clear. To be a position to say “Fuck you” my grandfather had a similar saying “Your best friend is a dollar in you pocket.” I love the movies for this reason and its a shared love I enjoy with my mom. The last flood of emotions occurred while watching TV. Another new low for those unhappy inconsiderate people waiting to create pain and suffering. An Ashley Madison ad which came across as light and misleading with music. I sat shocked and turned towards my mom and asked if she knew about this site for adultery. The others ads soliciting against doctors and hospitals with “if you had complications with a transvaginal mesh call…..” I dislike those with the intensity of a white hot sun. These ads are opportunistic and clueless but so casual was the ad I saw today it hit me,ethics aside, it will be a source of pain for some.


B and B

This was the year of butts and beards. While I recovered a patient who had a brief procedure with light sedative who woke up talking as one does a little odd dialog with some truth. He said he was thinking about Nicki Minaj. The ubiquitous Kim Kardashian pic. Twerking video chicks and Baseball. players abound. The crew in West Monroe aka Duck Dynasty and now that i think about it “the side boob”.
I think the beard thing is cool it balances out all feminine stuff going on. They need a break too and it’s a masculine trait that says “Hey take notice” ‘ The butt equates with laxity and sensuality which I hope indicates recovery from this recession. I know these trends are cyclical but it’s been a quite a while for the derriere and beards to make a comeback. What do you think?


43 missing students and the Marine who was jailed for over two hundred days are Mexico’s most recent memories. My perception is to cast favor to those who live and work in Cabo San Lucas in Baja California. This  is beachy, golfie,  relaxing place. For me it was a place of people who needed help.  In my mid 20,s I was an altruistic nurse and for  two years every month I’d fly down to work at the clinic. A full Saturday of vitals health history and minor surgeries. A military husband and wife,  both physicians manage to treat a great number of people.  I was in awe.  A lot of the people wanted  “Vermox” for amoebic dysentery.  One time a family brought an elderly man who was actively dying. With the most delicate and sensitive discussion he was given Valium and morphine and returned home. One month we gave money to the mayor of Colonia del Sol to put in a working toilet and sink. Next month new mayor no sink or toilet Dinero? ¡Que?!. Learning quickly,  things needed were done on site and paid off after work was completed.  The colony was an eyesore for the mayor and he treated it that way.  Households (shacks) had two large plastic barrels one potable and the other for anything else. Guess they got the barrels mixed up and that became a way of life. Lomas del Sol is the name of the colony now and my


friend said that is the only thing that has changed.

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Gym jamboree

I’m not the only one that goes to work off what I might put on over the holidays, but being a black card holder to my gym makes me feel special. Of course its not the black platinum American Express but  this little black plastic card also has its perks. I get the shake and bake, rock and roll.  Massage chair and a crypt looking machine that encases water that sprays out  while lying down and does the same thing as the chair. Then I do the tanning machine for full 9 minutes and I’m in heaven. The music is trance and I dance inside the tube like a go go girl.  The fantasy of never having to wait to be asked to dance,  getting paid plus the imaginary outfits suits me fine. I have yet to participate in the pizza event at Planet Fitness but there they are  stacked high on a table at the entrance all alone. I don’t get it. I find the Lunk Alarm amusing too. Whenever the noise of grunts or weights being dropped reaches a certain level a fire alarm goes off, everybody kinda stops and looks for the offender. They need to call it the “hunk alarm” because that’s who setting it off.


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Keen No

A quick layover from Las Vegas to Los Angeles allows me to get my fix. I heard most people are addicted to either one or more the following; alcohol sugar caffeine nicotine salt. I’ll add Keno to my caffeine and sugar. It’s a random numbers game, a math probability game which has its appeal but for me I observe the people playing it. Locals come to the Orleans ( Or- lins) and according to house staff there are a series of machines lined up against the escalators also known as skid row. I see a lady who taps the side of her machine five times hits the “deal/draw” button three times sweeps her hand across the screen like a lovers caress then strokes the side from top to bottom every, single time. She does this all the while a cigarette is dangling from her lips with ashes still attached half way down the length and holding a high ball. Then you have the “tweakers” obviously they don’t sit still, they order “Piña Coladas two please with Amaretto” don’t tip the waitress and as quickly as they arrived they are gone. I remembered two prostitutes sitting next to each other playing one cent Keno chatting and drinking, along comes a security guard ( this happened at another casino) small talk ensued and one of the gals says ” look I got a bonus” delightful giddy laughter begins when the security guard says “I’ve got a bonus just standing here talking to you”. This last one touches my heart. This older gentleman had his wife sitting in front of him on the same chair being that both of them were of small stature, while he looked and press the buttons his chin resting on her shoulder and his arms around her waist. I could tell she had some kind of a stroke. There they were  together. l had never seen this and it hit me in a way that only love could have created such a simple solution.