The Graveyard of Trees
Driving back up I – 5 from Altadena to Kensington, we passed again on the right the Graveyard of Trees.
What once was an orchard is now row upon row of dead trees, lying on their backs facing away from the road, their roots pulled and sticking up in the air.
Thousands of trees, rows…
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The Cannibal Nextdoor
I think, of course, of Flanders and Swann. Leave it to the British and their Music Halls to perpetuate the past. I have the recording. The opening number is a Swann Song, sung by Swann, who usually accompanies on the piano with both hands the darker voiced Flanders, whose popular favorites include, “I’m a Warthog…
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Searchlights in L. A.
An early memory is verified. Hysteria over imagined invasions created an alternate reality that lasted for generations. During WW II, Los Angeles went to war with a weather balloon.
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I’m just a retired soldier
When you find out who they really are, you can keep talking friendly, but about something else.
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I’m just a kid
I ditched the water wings and dove for the bottom as an explosion rocked the pool split the concrete and drained the water. I stood on the bottom in the deep end raised my arms and yelled, “Why?”
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