Category: music

Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon

Posted in best, California, dancing, drinking, friends, historic, humor, live music, Mare Island, memoir, music, navy, singing, socializing, winery1 Comment

(re-run) “I like the way you dance,” he said to me last Saturday afternoon. Margo and I had gone to Vino Godfather, a cool little winery in an old Victorian house on Mare Island in Vallejo. The island used to be a naval base, judging from the abandoned barracks on the way to the winery.… Continue reading Cut Loose on a Saturday Afternoon

Pandemic Friday

Posted in chicken, Coronavirus, Covid 19, Democrats, dogs, face masks, flu, friends, government, hospital, ICU, John Lennon, live music, lungs, media, memoir, music, musicians, restaurant, teens, tip jar2 Comments

My friends are going out. They are eating at restaurants with no masks on, and they are sitting shoulder to shoulder at the table – not all from one household! I am chicken to do that.  I watch too much news and read too many newspapers. Yes, everything we do in life is a risk.… Continue reading Pandemic Friday

Pennies from Heaven

Posted in college, drugs, Eric Clapton, firsts, head shop, high school, humor, Iowa, J.J. Cale, memoir, music, relationships, smokingLeave a comment

(re-run) When I was sixteen, I saved up my babysitting money and went downtown to Cottage Grove Avenue in Des Moines, where there was a head shop filled with incense, hanging beads, roach clips, black light posters and tie dye. Although I wasn’t a pothead (I didn’t smoke cigarettes either), I enjoyed the ambience of… Continue reading Pennies from Heaven

Do You Want a Cookie, Little Girl?

Posted in beach, best, boyfriend, California, dating, firsts, Hawaii, hiking, humor, music, nature, park, relationships, romance, skiingLeave a comment

(re-run) She ran a personal ad in the Contra Costa Times: Single white female looking for single Asian man. Her two previous boyfriends had been Asian. James called and left a message with his phone number on a Friday night. The next morning Pam checked her phone messages. She liked his voice as she listened… Continue reading Do You Want a Cookie, Little Girl?

When your Subconscious Self is Screaming at You

Posted in aliens, books, chorus, church, collection, karaoke, memoir, music, ocean, pornography, Rubbermaid tubs, singing, subconscious self3 Comments

I just unpacked my one-thousand-book collection. Ten years ago, I packed it up and stored it in Rubbermaid tubs in a damp garage two blocks from the ocean. I was in the middle of a divorce, and I sold all the bookcases in my divorce house so that I wouldn’t have to move them. This… Continue reading When your Subconscious Self is Screaming at You

Plain Jane

Posted in California, dancing, dating, flirting, friends, humor, innuendo, make-up, memoir, music, park, relationships, summer, vintage, worstLeave a comment

My middle name is Jane. I don’t love it. There was a commercial in the 70’s for hair dye, I think. I remember the line,” Don’t be a plain Jane.” After that I disliked both my middle name and my hair color. There was another commercial in that decade that said, “Boys don’t make passes… Continue reading Plain Jane

Spring Cleaning in February

Posted in air purifier, antique, Australia, cleaning, fundraiser, Jack Russell terrier, koalas, memoir, music, nursing home, pollen, rain, singing, Uncategorized1 Comment

It started with a koala bear.  A bunch of them.  Some musicians were having a fundraiser for Australia, the fires, and the koalas.  It was a donation at the door.  Two and a half hours of music, and I knew three of the performers. We got there early and sat in the third row.  Two… Continue reading Spring Cleaning in February