Tag Archives: 1950s

Red Cars, Magical Forests, and Mom

My Real Memoir It was summer and school was out, so Mom would sometimes take me to “her L.A.” There were three components to these magical mystery tours: the Red Car, vintage Los Angeles, and a wondrous cafeteria called Clifton’s. … Continue reading

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What a Mouse and a Kangaroo Taught Me About Life

My Real Memoir Apart from Mommandad and a few unusual friends, my first introduction to Life with a capital L came from a tiny black-and-white screen. And by “Life,” I mean storytelling, which virtually defines me today; some subtly-inserted values, … Continue reading

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My All-American Friend

My Real Memoir Stevie was my first “normal” friendship. I put normal in quotes because it’s no longer considered appropriate. Personally, I’ve never been normal in any rational sense of the word, but Stevie was. I mean, heck, he had … Continue reading

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An Ode to Hamburgers (sort of)

Full Stomach, Fuller Heart (an occasional series) This will be my last food memoir. Unless it isn’t. Even as I type, possibilities are appearing in the Magic 8-Ball window of my memory (Q. “Are there other foods I should write … Continue reading

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