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Tommy
Read more.: Tommy“Go see Tommy.” I’ll get back to that quote in a moment. Over twenty-five years ago I was between jobs. A little too between. I was running out of patience, confidence, and money. While I didn’t have a mortgage during those days, I did have bills. I even recall going to the grocery store to…
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Pelé
Read more.: PeléI played soccer for two different teams in one season when I was about nine – or ten years old. I recall wanting to play for the Police Athletic League (PAL) because they had nicer uniforms — complete with mesh shirts, shorts, and high quality socks. Moreover, the team names were cooler: Cosmos, Earthquakes, etc.…
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International Hotel
Read more.: International HotelEvery now and then I like to watch old clips of Elvis in concert. Last night I was watching one from a star-studded engagement at the International Hotel in Las Vegas, where he had 636 consecutive sold-out shows over a seven-year period. Alas, this post isn’t about Elvis. After watching the clip, I was curious…
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Dwayne
Read more.: DwayneWriting this post feels a bit gratuitous, but I’m going to brush that aside for a moment to say a few things about an old neighborhood homie. I can’t say that I knew Dwayne Moore well. Still, I feel he deserves a shout-out, even from someone like me — a longtime, casual acquaintance at best.…
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Bobby Chacon
Read more.: Bobby ChaconOn the eve of a fight in March, 1982, Bobby Chacon became a single dad to three children, ages 11, 8, and 6. Following two devastating losses, Chacon’s wife, Valorie, begged him to quit boxing. Her pleas were ignored. Subsequently, she killed herself with a rifle at the family’s home in the small town of…
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BUS
Read more.: BUSIf the numbers 22, 70, 71, 81, or 63 don’t mean anything to you, my guess is that you probably haven’t spent any, or much time on our local buses, like I have. Today I rode the 27, 64, and 81. When I was 15 years old, I caught bus 63 at 6:45 a.m., and…
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Public Restroom
Read more.: Public RestroomMy mom is not going to like this story. I’ll get to that in a moment. First, I have a question: What is your earliest memory? Before you answer, here is what some people have said: “The day my baby brother died of SIDS. I was three.” “Breaking my arm while dancing with my sister.…
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The Red Balloon
Read more.: The Red BalloonMany of you will see only a kid looking back at a red balloon. Consider yourselves young. Some of you will look at this little boy and see much more. Consider yourselves . . . ahem, mature. I must have been six or seven years old the first time my teacher loaded this foreign film…
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Bozo!
Read more.: Bozo!This is no laughing matter! According to the World Clown Association, there is a precipitous decline in clowns! Since 2004, clown membership has dropped from 3,500 to 2,500! And 28% fewer clowns since last year! My dad—in lieu of cursing—refers to very poor drivers with an exuberant “Bozo!” Of course, those Bozos never hear a…
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2040
Read more.: 2040My nine-year-old recently told me that her teacher has the year 2040 mounted on the wall in the classroom as a reminder that one of them CAN be President someday. My fifth grade classroom had no future year on the wall. We did have photos of each President above our chalkboard. I sat at the…
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Hi, my name is Rigo Chacon, Jr. I am a married father of three, two daughters, a son. Well, two sons, I have a four-legged son names Winston.
My bride’s name is Renee. She — like all of us — loves the Dodgers, is an animal rights advocate, and above all, a terrific mom.
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