Category: police officer

The Holidays in October and Angry Stalker Dude

Posted in Atticus Finch, car pool, chorus, Christmas, Costco, dogs, empathy, Facebook, Jesus, live music, memoir, police officer, politics, Santana, taking a knee, Thanksgiving, white privilegeLeave a comment

(re-run) I heard Christmas music today at Costco while I watched people putting pumpkins into their shopping carts.  Ah, it must be fall. In California, the leaves don’t change into beautiful reds and oranges until November. It doesn’t get cold enough until then. We have Halloween first, then fall color, sometimes coinciding with Thanksgiving, but… Continue reading The Holidays in October and Angry Stalker Dude

Neighborhood Watch and Biting Dogs

Posted in burglaries, Chihuahua, Christmas, dogs, gifts, humor, memoir, Monterey Bay, Neighborhood Watch, Oakland, police officer, robberyLeave a comment

(re-run) Nine years ago, burglaries were happening all over my neighborhood. The burglars’ M.O. was to ring the doorbell, wait, then kick in the front door, find the jewelry, cash and drugs and get out in two minutes. They’d use a pillowcase from the master bedroom, where the jewelry was most likely to be. It… Continue reading Neighborhood Watch and Biting Dogs

Lockdown Monday

Posted in attitude, Boomers, California, cleaning, clueless, college, cookies, Coronavirus, Covid 19, dogs, grandparents, hobbies, March, memoir, parents, park, police officer, relationships1 Comment

(re-run from 2020) I got up and fed the dogs, shared my morning apple with them, and then ate my breakfast while checking Facebook. I took a quick shower and then had the whole day ahead of me to fill. Let’s see, yesterday I vacuumed up all the dead bugs and cobwebs in the garage.… Continue reading Lockdown Monday

The Country on Fire

Posted in American flag, Baby Boomer, BART, Colin Kaepernick, George Floyd, looters, MLK, murder, National Anthem, NFL, police officer, protestors, racism, racist, staus quo, taking a knee, The Hate You Give, the talk, veterans, violenceLeave a comment

(re-run from the summer of 2020) The country is on fire. Protestors have been gathering for three days now, just one week after George Floyd died while a police officer kept his knee on his neck until he was asphyxiated. George had used a counterfeit twenty dollar bill at a store. A 17-year-old girl filmed… Continue reading The Country on Fire

Drinking, Dancing and Driving

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(re-run from 2019) I am a happy version of a designated driver. Instead of abstaining completely, I drink two glasses of wine per dancing event.  I drink early and then stop.  I do this for two reasons. #1 — I am a lightweight with alcohol. #2 — I need to drive friends that drink more… Continue reading Drinking, Dancing and Driving

The First Day of Summer

Posted in dogs, high school, kitchen remodel, lawn chair, live music, middle school, Millennials, neighbors, police officer, relationships, shorts, swimming pool, ticket, traffic school2 Comments

(a pre-multiple-skin cancers post) Okay, it’s not really the first day of summer, but school got out yesterday, and the kids in my neighborhood are running around in their new-found freedom. I walked the big dog and saw the parking lot to the pool, at the top of the green belt, filled with cars. It… Continue reading The First Day of Summer

My Past Life as a Cat Burglar

Posted in best, books, California, children's books, co-workers, door to door salesperson, firsts, humor, job, memoir, Midwestern, outdoors, police officer, Southwestern Company, summer, worst2 Comments

(re-run) I was fifteen hundred miles away from home. It was the summer of 1975. I had my sample case with me from Southwestern Books. I’d worn my hot pants to stay cool. I had already rung three dozen doorbells. Selling books door to door wasn’t always a cake walk. It was lunchtime. I had… Continue reading My Past Life as a Cat Burglar

Felony Hit and Run — Who Knew?

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It was an ordinary Tuesday morning until it wasn’t. I drove home from the chiropractor a little earlier than usual because my chiropractor was on vacation (still had my massage), and I had people coming for teacups at 10:15. I pulled up to the stop sign. Only one more to go before I would get… Continue reading Felony Hit and Run — Who Knew?

Oh No, Not the Warriors!

Posted in aging, basketball, best, California, Golden State Killer, Golden State Warriors, helpful strangers, hospital, humor, memoir, newspaper, police officer, relationshipsLeave a comment

(re-run from 2019?) Last week I took Sis to the hospital for a Barium Swallow test. We had just settled into the waiting room when an elderly woman with a cane came in the door. She had to go around Sis’s wheelchair to get to the check-in window. “Am I at the right place?” she… Continue reading Oh No, Not the Warriors!