Matt jumped in the car looking as if he had spent nine months at a tropic resort… Let me start again; after waiting an hour and a half for him to show up, he came up to the car and mumbled, “Thanks dad.” He looked as if he had been hit by a train. Matt had spent two nights at his favorite reeded bank of Mission Valley Creek.
I opened the trunk of the XB and pulled out a pair of tennis shoes his mother had bought him; those replaced the ones that had no shoe laces. He reached for a long sleeve shirt and asked to be taken to McDonalds. The parole agent had given him a pop top can of beans and a pop top can of soup the day before yesterday.
I’m ready to have a breakdown but I’m trying to be composed and strong. After we finish here, we’ll try and get him a ID card. I turned to him and said, “When I had tons of money, we would have stayed at a nice hotel during the coming nights but now we’ll be staying at a Best Western on hotel circle. My God, this too better pass
All the way down to San Diego I heard the story of I, Claudius by Robert Graves and wondered if The Empire of America was in someways like The Roman Empire under Caligula. Emperor Claudius never wanted to be an Emperor, he just landed in the job. I learned a few good lines: Poison is Queen and Mushrooms are the Food of The Gods. Emperor Nero used a meal of deadly mushrooms to finish off Claudius…
Anyway, here I am at the Santa Fe Train Station in Downtown San Diego. Matt is nowhere to be found. Did I really think it would be smooth? I’m a moron but at least the weather is nice. Matt has no watch nor any sense of time, so here I’ll wait till he gets here. As I wait for him to show up, I’ll hear the final chapter of I, Claudius… This too will pass
Matt got out of jail yesterday with a day transit pass and the two books his mother sent him in hand. So being a father, I’m heading down to San Diego on Wednesday to try to get him stabilized. My definition of stabilized is probably different than yours. Seeing he gets a haircut, a shower and clean clothes will be some of the first things I can do. Hopefully we can go to the DMV and get him an ID card along with a debit card. I’ll do this fully knowing that within weeks it will come up lost or stolen.
He told me throughout his incarceration that “they” were going to come and get him and place him in a program. Yesterday was a federal holiday so he was released and that was it. At 8 am he was back out on the streets of San Diego. Matt called me from a borrowed phone and we agreed to meet at the Santa Fe train station in Downtown San Diego at 2 pm. I told him I’d try to get there sooner depending on traffic. It scares me or should I say worried what I will find upon seeing him.
Matt’s mother still thinks that magically if we show up at a Catholic Church, they will take him under their wing and get him help. The last time I tried to get help for him down there, the church receptionist said, “We don’t do that stuff at this church. We just pray here.” I wonder what Jesus would have said about that? I intend on getting an early start by staying at a Motel 6’in Oakland and avoiding the 45 miles of traffic from Sonoma to Oakland, then it’s a quick 450 miles road trip south. Please wish me luck, I’ll need it… This too will pass
It’s come to this where we have two mad men with their fingers on the nuclear button and there is literally nothing we can do. Sure we can hope one resigns or is impeached or is declared incompetent but between now and then we will have to sit on pins and needles until that hopefully happens.
You know as well as I that Mike Pence has sold his soul to the devil and thus won’t do anything to stop his boss. In fact, I’m sure he kind of wants the end of the world to start so that he and “mother” can be taken to heaven in the rapture. You would think he would tell Rtump to dial down the threats and name calling but he won’t because the rapture has to start some way…
So thousands of Hawaiians thought the end was near and said their goodbyes via text, twitter and calls. When questioned, The Oaf in The White House said it was a state thing and he was pleased that those in charge took responsibility. That right there is a man with no empathy nor compassion but who needs that? God have mercy on us. This too will pass
I think I worked the day after my mother died in 1991. As the day approaches when Toonce died in my arms, well I might take a week off. I don’t care what people say and by the way, they don’t pay my bills. I pay theirs and who really cares what they think. Toonce was my furry friend yet he was the most loyal feline friend I’ve had. Oh alright he bit me a few times but that’s how he showed me he loved me.
I had applied for the last week of January to take off and it’s a perfect time to do it. I had taken a whole month off to go back east to visit the little family but I now truly don’t want to. I would like to see Josh and try to develop a father son relationship we should have had… In June I’m going to treat myself and fly to France and see the famous the battlefields of World War 1. Ok, it’s a bucket list thing I want to do. Toonce would have approved, well maybe he wouldn’t but I’m going to do it. This too will pass
It’s Sunday morning and here I am after completing my first job. I like this place and where else can you buy squid colored bread and purple Taro rolls, not that I eat either but I do drink my grapefruit green iced tea. I only recently began drinking this yummy drink. Lately I’ve been saying to my plastic cup, “Where have you been all my life?”
The crew of workers are mostly young and I guess as part of their employment duties is they must call out, fresh bread, whenever the staff puts fresh bread or pastries in the display cases. You can tell the enthusiasm has died down since the first day this place opened. Now when the baker calls out, fresh bread, the staff mumbled their usual response. As with everything, this too will pass
They’re calling this flu season pretty bad, emergency rooms are getting clogged, at least in California they are seeing a rise in flu case walk-ins. Way back when, my mother lost both her parents at the tender age of eight years old to the influenza outbreak that killed 20 million. As a child, I asked her what happened and she would get teary eyed and told me her father died first and then her mom.
From what I read, the streets of Pasadena were filled with covered bodies waiting to be burnt in massive pyres. Alright, this was a hundred years ago and times have changed. We have flu shots and bronchial treatments they didn’t have in the early 20th Century but people now are dying from this latest outbreak. In these days of healthcare, no one should die. Wait, if you don’t have health insurance then it’s ok if you kick the bucket. We are rapidly becoming the land of haves and haves nots.
I read where most drip IV bags are made or at least were made in Puerto Rico but Baxter’s IV plant was badly damaged by the last hurricane. Hospitals here are in short supply of these bags and people coming in at a higher rate is draining their supply quickly. There could be a emergency situation arising from just that small item… Wait, I thought Puerto Rico had to pull itself up by its boot straps? Huh, now they have value?! This too will pass
I.C.E agents today did a multi-state sweep of Seven/Eleven stores and arrested a few non-documented workers behind the counter. I guess these are those high paying jobs The Stooge in The White House is trying to give to real Americans. You know nothing says high skilled job as being a able to service a clogged Slurpie machine or cleaning the grease trap in a rotating hot dog machine.
I’m sitting in this In and Out Burger and I know sure well ICE will never show up here. Why? Everyone one working here speak English and they all look as if they just got out of church. I think you have to also profess that Jesus is your Savior to work here. Under each paper cup and wrapper is a Biblical verse number, this cup says John 3:16.
I’m trying to keep this post light but man this fascist is out of control. Who’s next??? I’m sure if he could close down most of The Press he would sans Fox. For God sakes, he’s following the game plan from Germany in 1930’s. Hopefully a few leaders of different congregations will stand and say Jesus never said round them up and deport them… This too will pass
Soon, copper lines will be a thing of the past. The young guys in my crew think it might take quite sometime for that to happen, well they hope it will take 10 years but the truth is, at the rate we’re installing fiber, it will be five years. Before long, their pink slips will start to show up. I often wonder at what point did the crew of typewriter repair men start to worry about their jobs…
By now you’ve noticed there are no typewriter repair people in the phone book. Come to think of it, there are no phone books distributed anymore. I remember how crews of phone book distributors would work insane hours during that one month the new books were printed. There is no need for phone books because few people have landlines.
Yesterday, I placed a fiber service at a house that had an old non-working dial wall phone in their bathroom. He said it hadn’t worked in years but he wanted to keep it on the wall because he had changed the bathroom paint color several times since it was installed. We both laughed and remembered the good old days of how if you messed up dialing, you needed to hang up and start all over again. This too will pass