For Pop, this morning marked the four-month anniversary of moving into the nursing home where he never wanted to live anyway. Happily, we enjoyed a lusty laugh for one of the few times since last summer.
Knowing my father’s penchant for passivity, especially at diplomatic junctures, I ventured an inquiry.
While sitting next to Myrna Rivera Cote, the Superintendent of the School District, yesterday morning at Culver City High School, I was pondering my presently vexing situation.
I repeat, if, as a certain Vice Mayor maintains, it is the obligation of the City Council to say “yowzir, yowzir, yowzir” when an unhappy mob storms Council Chambers, who needs a City Council as a pesky go-between?
Sadly, the Gary Silbiger Medicine Man Carnival Sideshow is scheduled to resume at Monday night’s City Council meeting.
With the bitter neighborly dispute over whether or what kind of building should be put up at 4043 Irving Pl. headlining the agenda, the Vice Mayor will claim his place in the sunshine for a few hours.
I have been casually studying Superior Court Judge James Dabney for awhile, and I am sure he would make a terrific neighbor.
He has an easily activated sense of humor. Almost unfailingly, he rises on the compassionate side of the bed.
Two years ago this month, when Admiral David Brewer waddled into Council Chambers — suddenly filling the room — for Mark Ridley Thomas’s swearing in as a new state Senator, I suspected his professional future should be measured in inches rather than years.
This morning’s senseless murder in Mumbai of 29-year-old Rabbi Gavi Holtzberg and his 28-year-old rebbetzin Rivky, by Muslim terrorists a day after their 2-year-old escaped, reminded me…
Even if you are not emotionally involved in the wave of sickening protests and boycotts that the barbaric bully boys of the gay community have used to terrorize innocent Americans, surely you are fatigued from being bombarded with the media’s blitz of sympathy cards.
While the dingy Indian mommy out in Claremont gains calculated media attention for bragging that her ancestors taught us how to scalp tickets, let us talk this afternoon about the psychotically secretive Muslim gentlemen who skulk down Washington Boulevard to pray and conduct other fascinating business inside of the mysterious King Fahad Mosque.
The Gettysburg Address,
Nov. 19, 1863
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth, upon this continent, a new nation, conceived in liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that “all men are created equal.”
