Baseball Memories

The fact that the Dodgers and the Giants will meet starting on Friday, Oct 8, 2021, in a National League playoff series, and that this is the first time that they have met in a league championship playoff series, has triggered my memory back over 70 years. 

This year, the Yankees lost to the RedSox (6-2) in their wild card game, so their season is over.  But the Dodgers beat the Cardinals in a thriller (3-1) on a ninth-inning, two-outs, two-run walk-off homer by Chris Taylor.  One rabbi called this win "epic...biblical".

In the late 1940s, we lived in Havertown, a suburb of Philadelphia.  My dad was a Phillies fan, and therefore I was a Phillies fan.  One ritual for us, weather allowing, was to wash the car (we only had one in those days) on Sunday afternoons in the driveway, while listening to the Phillies game on a radio perched on the dining room window sill. If the game was played in Philadelphia's Shibe Park, the broadcast was live.  If the game was out of town,  a local at the game would teletype the basics to Philadelphia, and the Phillies announcer would "recreate" the action for the listeners.  You could hear the clack-clack-clack of the teletypewriter in the background.  He would add the color to the otherwise prosaic teletype text.

My dad did take me to a few Phillies games in Shibe Park.  The stadium was in a Black neighborhood.  He would be directed to a curb parking space by some local boys, and then he would pay them to "watch" the car for us during the game.  I don't remember how much, but I am guessing 25-cents.  That seems small today, but in those days 25-cents bought a pack of cigarettes or a gallon of gas.

You might have thought that the Phillies big rival would be the Pittsburgh Pirates, they being the other Pennsylvania MLB team.  But it was the Dodgers.  But for the Dodgers, their big rival by far was the cross-town Giants, and likewise for the Giants.

In 1950, the Phillies won the National League pennant, with a young team called the "Whiz Kids".  The average age of their roster was 26.1 years old.  They won the pennant on the last day of the regular season, beating out the Dodgers by two games (Giants came in 3rd).  The Phillies were light on heavy hitters, but strong on pitching: Robin Roberts, Curt Simmons, Jim Konstanty.

In the World Series that followed, the Yankees swept the Phillies in four games in four straight days, no "travel days".  (It's a short train trip from Philadelphia to New York).

In those days, both leagues had just eight teams each.  National League: Boston Braves, Brooklyn Dodgers, New York Giants, Phillies, Pittsburgh Pirates, Cincinnati Reds, Chicago Cubs and St Louis Cardinals.  American League: Boston Red Sox, New York Yankees, Philadelphia Athletics, Washington Senators, Cleveland Indians, Detroit Tigers, Chicago White Sox, and the St Louis Browns.  All of MLB was contained in the northeast quadrant of the United States, approximately 1,100 miles on the diagonal from Boston and St Louis.  

During the regular season, there were no inter-league games at all.  There was only one post-season playoff series: the World Series: National champs vs American champs.  Players often played for just one team for their entire MLB career.

On to 1951.  At the end of the regular season, the Dodgers and the Giants had identical records.  The Giants won their last seven regular season games, and 37 of their last 44. The Dodgers needed to defeat the Phillies in the final game of the season to force a playoff; they did so by winning 9–8 in 14 innings, leaving both the Dodgers and the Giants with identical records of 96–58. 

Which brings us to the 3-game playoff to determine the 1951 National League title.  This series is famous, especially the last game; just Google "The Shot Heard 'Round the World baseball".

    https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shot_Heard_%27Round_the_World_(baseball)

Fast forward 70 years to 2021.  The Dodgers record this year was 106-56, but the Giants were one game better at 107-55.  Game 1 of this year's Dodgers/Giants playoffs starts at 6:30 PDT tonight in San Francisco.  May the best team win.

Summer (Camp)

 July 23, 2021

Our granddaughter Lina is headed to Great Books camp (for one week) at Haverford College this Sunday.  Our grandson Elior started 3 days ago at Camp Ramah Wisconsin (for four weeks).  Got me to thinking of my own childhood summers long ago; late 1940s.

I never went to a "summer camp".  I just was not something anyone in my family considered, nor did any of my childhood friends.  But my neighborhood friends and I did  have great summers right around the block we lived on.  This neighborhood, called Havertown, is about a mile or two from the Haverford campus where Lina will be.

Our bicycles were freedom for us.  No one wore helmets to ride your bike.  We would leave our houses after breakfast, and return only for lunch and for dinner, and then later after dark when our parents insisted that we come home.  As far as I remember, my mother never asked me where I was going, who I would be with, or what we were doing.  Of course, she personally knew all the families and kids that lived on our block.  Mostly boys; I don't remember any girls in my age cohort.

About half a mile from where we lived was a large woods.  (It seemed like a forest to us at the time.). Acres and acres of trees, with a stream running thru it, and an old dam which created a small pond.  In the pond where minnows, which we caught in Mason jars.  We tied a long piece of string to the mouth of the Mason jar, and put in a crumb of bread, then lowered the jar into the water.  Soon enough, a minnow would enter the jar to get the bread, then we would yank it up quickly and the minnow was inside.  Of course, there was really nothing to do with the minnow (about the size of a very small sardine) so we just let them go.  But catching a wild animal of any sort must fulfill some primitive hunting instinct.

Some older kids had slung a rope down from one of the trees.  You could take the rope, and climb another adjacent tree, and, holding on to the rope, swing down Tarzan-style.  I was a risk-averse child (still am) so this took a long time for me to screw up the courage to give it a try.  The older boys were much more daring.

Our street was on a slope (good enough for sledding down in the winter), but that did not stop us from playing football and baseball in the street.  Almost no family had more than one car, so there were rarely any cars parked in the street.  Sometimes we would go to the public grammar schoolyard three blocks away, and play baseball there. After the war (which ended in 1945), my father came home from the navy, and put up a basketball hoop over our garage door, so we could play basketball there as well. 

Another activity we enjoyed was building model airplanes out of balsa wood kits.  We would do this on Jimmy Dwyer's porch, which was very large, then try to fly them in his back yard.  This usually ended in a crash, which destroyed all the hours of work we had put into them, but there were always more to build.  We also had long games of Monopoly on that porch.  (In those days, the average home price was probably $5,000 or so.)

My parents joined a private swim club called Martin's Dam, on a man-made small lake maybe 50 yards wide and 100 yards long.  The membership was all-white, but in those days white people were all I knew of.  The water was cold and refreshing.  There was a platform on the edge of the lake with a long rope hanging down from a large tree limb that hung out over the lake.  The rope had large knots in it, which you could sit on, as you swung out over the water, and then let go, plunging down into the water.  There were docks you could swim to in the middle of the lake, and occasionally a water snake would swim by, usually near the banks.  Large changing rooms for men and for women.  Picnic tables and BBQ grills.  So, it was sort of like going to camp (except your mother and father were there).

After dinner, we boys would reconvene back in the street, and play RedLight-GreenLight or HideAndGoSeek, or just sit on the curb and talk until our parents called us to come home. This was all before anyone had a TV.  Although we did listen to a few radio shows, like Lone Ranger or Jack Armstrong; these came on about 5PM, just before dinnertime.

About the only summer "job" I had was mowing our lawn about once a week. Later, I would also do this for a neighbor, to earn a little cash for myself.  I don't remember getting an allowance, but who needed money in those day; not us!

A big event for me for a few summers was August at the Jersey Shore.  For several years, my grandparents rented a large house at Beach Haven NJ for the month of August.  We would go down there with them, my mother, two aunts, one uncle, my four older cousins and my younger brother (born in 1944).  The men might work the week in Philly and them come down for each weekend. (My father was off in the war until the summer of 1946.). These were carefree days on the beach and in the surf.  ("Don't go into the ocean for an hour after lunch; you'll get cramps and drown".). Boardwalks and SkeeBall games, ice cream and cotton candy, bicycles and Ferris wheels.

So, that was summer in the suburbs of Philadelphia when I was a boy.  And when it was nearing an end, we treasured each day that remained before school started (the day after Labor Day).  

So, Lina and Elior, I hope and feel sure you will enjoy every moment of your summer camps.  

Love, Zayde

And here is another boy's remembrance of his summer camp experience!!

Mobil Oil and Cigarettes

(Note and cigarette lighter I received today from ex-wife, Leslie Daniel.)

 Thanks so much for the Mobil lighter and your note.  I take it that you have stopped smoking (just kidding).

Several memories:

• Two of my first real jobs: working in a Mobil gas station, and working in a Mobil refinery, both of which my dad arranged for me.
• Photos of my dad, many with a lighted Chesterfield in hand.
• I remember that you and I quit smoking at one point; I am guessing mid-70’s.  Then we took a trip back East, and the stewardess came down the aisle handing out small 4-packs of cigarettes (Marlboros?).  And we started smoking again!!
• Memories of the few AA meetings I attended with you; lots of coffee and cigarettes.
• Fortunately, I was never a heavy smoker, and was not apparently addicted.  When Nadine and I decided to quit around 1982, we were able to do so without much effort.  Thank God for that.
• When my mother died, the bulk of her assets were Mobil stock, which had done very well in the approximately 30 years from when he died to when she died.

Thanks again.

Glad to hear you are doing well.  Growing old is not for sissies.

Coleman

"She Looks Just Like You"

Tina worked at Rocketdyne as a programmer in IT.  I was working in IT budgeting and cost controls.  We met in the coffee area, where we ran into each other several times.

What first gave us a subject of common interests was Chinese movies.  "Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon" had just come out (2000), with the gorgeous Michelle Yeoh as the heroine.  Tina discussed several concepts from Chinese culture, which explained some subtleties of the movie that had been lost on me.

Tina was ethnic Chinese.  Her family was living in Saigon during the Vietnam War.  Her father was a gem dealer.  They left Saigon on a boat, with a load of diamonds in their clothes, and eventually made their way to America.  With no English training, Tina entered a public high school as a teenager, and made her way.  She married a Caucasian American, and they had one son, who was about 12 and in a public middle school.  Tina sent her son to a Chinese language and culture program every Saturday.

A couple of  times, Tina talked about how her son was having learning issues in public school.  In fact, his English teacher had reprimanded Tina, telling her that his Saturday Chinese program was confusing his English learning.  So much for cultural sensitivity.

Months passed.  I had not run into Tina for some time.  I was walking down the hallway, when I saw Tina and another co-worker, Stacy, talking up ahead. Tina motioned for me to join them.  As I got nearer, Tina said: "Coleman, come and see my daughter".  Immediately, I felt a pang of confusion; after all the times that Tina had talked to me about her son, I could not remember any discussion about a daughter!

As I got near, Tina held out a photo and said: "This is my daughter".  It was a picture of a cute Asian girl, approximately 6-years-old.  Confused but determined, I said: "Oh, Tina, see is so cute, and she looks just like you." Off to the side, I heard Stacy's muffled laugh, and knew something was wrong.

Then it all came out.  Tina said: "My husband and I are going back to China in two weeks to get her and bring her to America.  She is an orphan who we are adopting."

Tina and her husband did adopt the young girl, and she entered into public school first-grade with no English background.  Rather like her mother's experience, but much younger.

Then, again, I did not see Tina for about six months. Finally we did run into each other, and I asked her how the daughter was doing, especially trying to learn a new language.  Apparently, quite well. Tina said: "She is now the ring-leader in her first-grade class, and sasses me just like any other Valley girl."

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021. #8 (February 29)

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"And now for the rest of the story": Recently a reader wrote in about their fake ID experience, as follows: "On another note yes, when I first moved to California I was 18 and I needed  to get a fake drivers license for gainful employment. Back then easy to get and yes I got a great job as a bartender when I was under age so I can was able to make the big bucks and afford to live in California!"

A few days ago, we ran into the ex-bartender's spouse, and got the rest of this story.  They did meet in a bar, and started dating.  After a few months, the bartender called and said: "Come over to my place; there's something we need to talk about".  Now, when your main squeeze tells you that, you know the conversation is probably not going to be a lot of fun.

The spouse went over to the bartender's place, anticipating the bad news that their relationship was over.  But no.  What the bartender told him was that she was not 23 (per her fake ID), as she had told him when they first met at the bar, but only 19, and she felt she had to come clean.  He was very relieved to get this news, and it was fine by him.  They have been married for about 30 years now.

Tuesday, February 16: Today, I looked back at my diary entry for this date last year (2020).  Our friends and former next-door-neighbors in Studio City, Tony and Analee, held a lovely Sunday brunch at their house.  (Tony and Analee still live there on Cantura Street; we moved away in 1997.  Tony's older sister Deanne fixed Nadine up with a blind date in 1960; that date turned out to be Nadine's first husband, Darryl.) 

February 16, 2020, was a beautiful California winter day; sunny and cool and clear. It was a great brunch: some old friends, some new acquaintances; champagne, great food, fun and interesting conversation.  One of those parties which you hate to see come to end.

When I look back now on that brunch, what jumps into my mind is the Titanic. (A stretch of an analogy, I know, and the time scales are quite different.). But, on that day in February 2020, we were sailing along, having fun, enjoying life, with only a few concerns about our future, or so we thought.

Sure, POTUS45 was still in office, but we could look forward to that ending in less than a year; little did we realize then how close that iceberg would come to downing our ship. And yes, climate change still needed to be addressed; after forest fires and tropical storms and winter calamities, we see much more clearly that iceberg is getting closer and closer every day.  And, yes, the coronavirus had been announced in China, but it seemed remote and containable.  I don't remember it being discussed at all that day. 

Now, a year later, we barely dodged a POTUS45-incitied challenge, climate change is wreeking havoc over wide swaths of America, and we are still living under COVID restrictions with the worldwide death toll in the millions.

Thursday, February 18: Got our 2nd shots at The Forum.  Much like our first shots.  In and out in about 75 minutes.  Although the lines of cars were long, the whole process was well organized and moved along well.  I have not had any significant side effects since; Nadine's arm was sore for about a day or two.  It feels as if we were just issued our "Get Out Of Jail Free" cards.

Saturday, February 20: Went to the community garden to see how my winter crop was fairing: cabbage, chard, potatoes, lettuce; all doing well.  Ran into fellow gardeners Susan and Jefferson there.  I had never met Jefferson before, and Nadine had not met either of them.  The four of us had a kind of get-to-know-you chat....all with masks on and six-feet distances.  Afterward, I felt appreciation that we had actually talked to real people in real life for a few minutes. So unusual these days.

Friday, February 26: Our first excursion to the grocery stores in about two months; Whole Foods and Trader Joes.  Early "seniors" hours for us, and double-masked.  Very uncrowded.  Nadine very happy to pick out her own fruits and veggies.  Me very happy to get TJ's hummus and tabouli.

First Real Jobs

Our granddaughter Clara, age 14,  is looking for her first job.  Clara will be 16 in July.  Thought she had one at a pizza place, but they then changed their minds.  She is still looking, but says it's hard to get a job because of her age.  Got me to thinking about my first real job.

I did have some small jobs when I was younger.  Mostly cutting the lawn for the neighbors who lived across the street in Havertown, PA.  Never did have a paper route.

My first "real job" was the summer of 1952, age 16.  My dad was a district manger for Mobil Oil in Buffalo NY.  He got me a summer job working in a neighborhood gas station that was about eight blocks from our 2nd floor flat on Linwood Ave.  I could ride my bike to work.

The operators of the gas station were Jim Landis and Clarence "Pruney" Blackwell. I never did find out how he got the nickname Pruney.  They actually operated two stations, the one near my then home, and another one further out where I later worked when we moved to the suburbs.

The station was open 7 days a week, from 7AM until 11PM.  The work shifts were odd.  Each shift worked from noon until 11PM one day, and then came back from 7AM until noon the following day.  Then those workers had 24 hours off, from noon that day until noon the following day.  This was good because in the summer I could then go to the beach or do other things, and did not have to worry about getting up early to get to work the next day.

There was no "self serve" or "full serve" in those days.  It was just a "service station".  When you came in for gas, an attendant would hustle out and ask you how much you wanted.  "Fill'er up" or just a certain cash amount.  I don't remember any gasoline credit cards or debit cards or any kind of "card".  After the gas was pumped, we would automatically wash your windows, and then ask if you wanted to have the oil and water checked, or the tire pressure.  

I was very nervous the first time a customer drove in, and it was my turn wait on them.  I learned how to pump gas, check the oil and water levels, wash cars, put a car up on the lube rack, lube cars and change the oil and filter, fix a flat tire and mount a new tire, replace a rusted out muffler, clean and adjust the spark plugs, make change, and put a rod down into the underground tanks to see if we needed a delivery soon.

The winters in Buffalo can be pretty severe.  One of the worst parts of the job was doing lube jobs in the winter.  The car was up on the lift rack.  Due to the slush and ice on the streets, there were patches of ice on the underside of the car (even icicles), that would start to melt in the garage, and the very cold drops would fall into your face as you looked up to find the lube points under the car.

I was paid about 90 cents an hour.  Gasoline was about 25 cents a gallon, and so was a quart of oil.  Cars burnt a lot more oil in those days than they do now.  When you got a new car, you were supposed to drive it under 50 mph for the first 3,000 miles to "work in the engine".

At the end of the summer, Jim and Pruney knew that I had been saving most of my earnings, and they asked me what I was going to do with the money. I told them that I wanted to get a car.  They told me that if I did get a car, I would be back asking for weekend work during the school year so I could have money for gas and oil for the car.

My mother and I bought the car jointly.  It was a red 1947 Ford two-door sedan with a straight-6 engine.  I never paid for insurance or registration; I guess my parents did.  Jim and Pruney were right.  Within a few weeks, I was back working one or two shifts on the weekends during the school year, and full time for at least the remainder of my high school years.  Also there, I could do my own oil changes and lubes and minor repairs, on my own time.

But it was worth it.  Because I was older than most of the kids in my class, I had both a driver's license and wheels, which made me more in demand among my peers.  Not sure when my mother ever got to use the car.

Pruney and Jim were great bosses to work for.  They always treated me well, maybe because I was a pretty dependable and hard worker, or maybe because my dad was a big macher with Mobil Oil, or maybe both.

Clara, I hope your first boss, whoever that is, is a good one.

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021. #7 (February 16)

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Readers responses re fake IDs:

• "The strangest story I ever heard about fake ID's was during a nail appointment.  The woman at the adjacent station (a bit younger than myself-but not by much) was talking/bragging about how SHE got a fake ID for her son so that he could go to Las Vegas!!"
• "Fake ID? Gee, I wasn't into drinking, a nerd, but questioned in my 20's in restaurants when wanting some wine in MY glass.   I didn't look my age until after forty...and it's been all downhill since."
• "On another note yes, when I first moved to California I was 18 and I needed  to get a fake drivers license for gainful employment. Back then easy to get and yes I got a great job as a bartender when I was under age so I can was able to make the big bucks and afford to live in California!"
• "When I was 15, my brother gave me a fake ID of his. It said I was 18 (at the time, that was good enough to get you into a music club, but not to buy beer). I used that ID dozens of times to go see concerts in sweaty, seedy Hollywood clubs, like the Whiskey-a-Go-Go. Without that ID, I would have missed out on a lot of good times."

And my comment: Speaking how old one looks....or not: In the paper on the day after Super Bowl LV, photos of Tom Brady look like he is one-half his actual age, which is 43.  Not fair.

And re the Super Bowl and Amanda Gorman: has there ever been anyone else who made guest appearances at both a presidential inauguration and a Super Bowl in the same year?  

We get our second COVID shots on Thursday. Can't wait.

Coleman

 A little late...but In case you have not seen it yet...from YouTube...Pfizer for your Valentine

A few weeks ago, I included photos of cabbage seedlings I started in egg cartons in the window of our den.  Here they are now, Napa cabbage on the left, and green cabbage on the right.  I was worried when I moved them to the garden, but they came thru and are now flourishing (from Latin flos = flower) 

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021. #6. (February 5)

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Monday, February 1: Our twin granddaughters, Chelsea and Lindsay, turn 21 today.  I teased them that they could now discard their fake driver's licenses, which they both openly admit to having.  Or better yet, save in their keepsake boxes, to show to their teenage children in the years to come.  One of the young ladies paid $60 for hers, and got three fake cards.  This was good, because later, one or two of the fake cards were taken away from her in when she tried to buy beer.  Apparently the stores do this so they could prove to the authorities that they were cooperating in enforcing the law by "carding" minors.

This led to a general discussion of fake drivers licenses: who had them, how hard were they to get, how much did they cost, and why did we want them.  When I say "we", I do not mean Nadine and I.  Neither of us ever considered that possibility.

Would love to hear back from you, my audience: Anecdotes about the overall experience of having or using a fake ID?  What year was it?  How much did it cost?  Was it hard or easy to obtain?  Why did you decide to get one?  Etc.  

Tuesday, February 2: Groundhog Day.  Have not heard much about Punxsutawney Phil this year.  Upstaged by COVID and politics

Among the over-65 set, vaccine (vax) shots are the talk of the town.  Have you gotten an appointment? Where? When? What's the best phone number to call?  Oh, you got yours; how was it?  How long did it take?  Any reactions afterward?  Scheduled for your second shot?

The best reports we have heard are from Kaiser locations.  We have three friends who have gone to three different Kaiser locations in Los Angeles, and all got in and out within 30 minutes, which includes the 15-minute mandatory wait after the shot to ensure no allergic reactions.  Other friends have experienced more trying attempts, including long wait times in standing lines.

Overall, the pace here seems to be picking up.  But there are problems.  LATimes reports that white folks are coming to vax sites in majority Black neighborhoods, thus limiting what's available for locals.  By going to the LACounty "vax megasite" at the LAForum in Inglewood, which is over 90% Black and/or Hispanic, I think Nadine and I fit into that group.  People who are poor, lack computer or internet skills, or don't have a car have much more limited access to the shots.

Wednesday, February 3: We have a friend whose name is Marjorie Green.  I expect to see an email from her any day announcing that she has changed her name.

My nomination for one of Detroit's most user-unfriendly creations: the "CheckEngine" light.  Decades ago, we had a Volvo sedan, and every time we drove into the mountains, the CheckEngine light would come on.  We would go to a service shop, they would hook it up to a diagnostic machine, and declare that they found nothing wrong, and they would reset the CheckEngine light.  Now the CheckEngine light has come on in my 2004 Honda Civic, which has a total of 73K miles on it, and just 754 miles in all of 2020.  What do I do? Ignore it? or take it in?  My proofreader urges me to take it in.

Friday, February 5: Restaurants in LA now open for outdoor dining.  We won't be doing that anytime soon, but it's good for those owners, cooks, waiters and others who work there.  Our neighbor down the hall works at Spago, and has started back to work this week.

Stay safe and sane.  So good to not hear much for days now from POTUS45.  Except he is not willing to testify at his impeachment trial...surprise, surprise.

Coleman

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021. #5. (January 31)

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Tuesday, January 26: Our son Adam is a conservative rabbi in St Paul, MN. He and Judith keep a kosher home.  Nadine asked Adam if it was OK to send the grandchildren Valentine's Day cards, with some candy.  He replied that any and all contact with the kids is great, so "yes" as long as the candy is kosher.  Is that an oxymoron: kosher Valentine's Day candy?

As I suspected it would, after a slow start, the pace of vaccinations is starting to pick up in Los Angeles, at least among people we know (many oldsters like us.). Two friends have recently gotten their first vaccinations at The Forum, and Nadine and I are scheduled to go there on Thursday for our firsts.   (The last time Nadine and I were at The Forum was to see Neil Diamond...in the last millennium.)

Thursday, January 28: Vaccination Day for us.  Ronald Reagan once was quoted: “In this present crisis, government is not the solution to our problem, government IS the problem."  I don't know what the crisis was that he was referring to then, but I wish that he had been there today to see some government in action in our present crisis.  

Our appointment was at 11:30.  We arrived at 11:30 sharp.  We left the Forum at 12:30, and that included a required wait of 15 minutes after the shots to ensure that we did not have an allergic reaction.  The process included 5 "stations" in sequence, all outside in the huge parking lot.  The "shot station" (number 4 of 5) was under an open tent. The workers included employees of LACounty Dept of Public Health, and many volunteers, all young.  The process and everyone running it were efficient, clear, polite and patient.  We were also given our cards, showing that we got our first shot, and to come back in three weeks.

I estimate that this Forum site did approximately 3,000 vaccinations today.  With 10 million persons in LACounty, at two shots per person and herd immunity at about 75% of the population, there will have to be about 5,000 of these days or their equivalent to get to herd immunity, but we are now on the way there.

Thursday night:  Watching the NewsHour on PBS, a segment about how difficult getting a vaccination is for many persons, especially older ones.  For instance, you have to come by auto to The Forum site. Some people don't have computers or internet access.  Some/many seniors are just not comfortable or adept at using the web.  I suspect that trying to make an appointment by phone is more difficult than on the County website.  By the end of watching this, I was feeling some guilt that we got our shots, and many are still not able to do so.

Friday, January 29: Nadine and I are experiencing no side-effects except some soreness at the injection site.  Hearing reports that the reaction may be stronger to the second shot, still to come for us.

Saturday, January 30:  Dodger Stadium is one of the LACounty "mega-sites" doing COVID vaccinations. There they are doing approximately 8,000 jabs per day, running on a 14-hour shift, from 8AM to 10PM.  Today, anti-vax protestors blocked the entrance for about one hour, before they were removed; no violence.  The site still did the full quota for the day.

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021 #4 (January 25)

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A correction: in my last email, I listed prominent names from the civil rights  struggle: "...Stephen Douglas, Rosa Parks,  John Lewis, ..."  As pointed out to me by my brother Stan, I meant to list Frederick Douglass.  Thanks, bro.

Wednesday, Inauguration Day, January 20: Nadine was up earlier than I was and had the TV on by the time I got up.  We watched the main event together, and I made a little noise at noon right after Biden was sworn in.  The sun came out midway, which felt like a good omen.   I felt grateful that Clinton and Obama were there, and especially W.  Even though smaller in scale than prior inaugurations, still a lot of pomp and circumstance.  Don't know if POTUS45 will say it, but the crowd for his inauguration was larger than today.

I was very hopeful when Obama was first elected in 2008 and sworn in in 2009. Twelve years later, I find myself far less optimistic about the future for America.  The events of especially the last four years have further exposed a dark side of America, one that I was aware of, but underestimated.  Was I naive then, or am I too negative now, or both? 

Based on a comment from today's paper:  You know what it's like when an errant car horn out in the street starts beeping and goes on and on. Well, having to endure POTUS45's constant barrage of outrageous acts, statements and tweets felt like that car horn, that went on for four years.  A multi-year headache.

Thursday, January 21: The LACounty health website now has a page for trying to schedule a COVID vaccination.  So far, nothing too close to us, and many of them say "full" or "no appointments available".  So we'll keep trying day by day and see what develops.

Walked up to our go-to bagel source, Bagel Broker on Beverly Blvd.  Sign on door says "closed for two weeks to give our staff a break".  Best bagels in Los Angeles.

Sunday, January 24: Woke up at 5AM and went onto the LACounty vaccination website.  Thought trying early might show some openings. Looked at several locations shown, but nothing available yet.  We're not in a big hurry. 

Lots of rain yesterday and last night.  More due tonight, and in the coming week.  Afternoon walk thru neighborhood.  Flowering fruit trees starting to bloom, white and pink; was this triggered by the rain?

Sunday evening:  Our daughter Ashley in Utah phoned as we were watching TV.  Ashley is both a nurse and persistent, and is currently volunteering at vaccine clinics in Utah.  She found each of us vaccination reservations on the CALVAX website.  After a couple of phone calls, and receiving our confirmation codes as text messages from CALVAX, we were confirmed for lunch time, this coming Thursday, at The Forum (former home to LALakers, concerts, etc.). A large vaccine clinic is in operation there, using Pfizer vaccine. Today also happens to be Ashley's birthday; happy birthday, you Florence Nightingale!!

Monday, January 25: Talked with our former co-workers at SOVA food pantry: Lisa and Kate.  They are now in northern California, in Nice, CA.  (Yes, ZIP code 95464: check it out).  Both are volunteers for the local fire department there, and so both have gotten both Pfizer vaccine shots.  Tell us to expect a larger reaction to the second shot.

Stay safe. Hope you can get your vaccine shots soon if you have not already done so.

Coleman

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021 #3 (January 19)

 

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Sunday, January 17:  To you who are receiving these emails.  I can't call you my subscribers, as you did not choose to get them.  I chose you from the different parts of my life, and added your email address to my list.  One of you wrote back to me briefly recently: "I don't always read your emails, but I enjoy getting them".  Such honesty, and I mean that.  Very refreshing in a world of we humans who often hide our real thoughts behind a mask (and I don't mean a pandemic mask).  Thanks to that "reader" for their honesty.

Monday, January 18:  Martin Luther King Jr Day.  A tribute to MLK, and those many who came before and after, including Stephen Douglas, Rosa Parks,  John Lewis, Stacey Abrams, Raphael Warnock, and John Ossoff.  The fight for complete justice will never end, but we can hope that the arc is bending in the right direction.  This pandemic has highlighted some of the injustices in America, not just for Black Americans, but for other struggling groups as well.  Meanwhile, reports of lawyers taking fees to try to influence POTUS45 in his last days as president to pardon convicted felons; will the swamp ever be cleaned out?

Tuesday, January 19:  Our one daughter Ashley and a daughter-in-law Tracy are both nurses, and they both have gotten at least their first vaccinations.  Vaccinations are starting for us "over-65" crowd.  As mentioned in an earlier email, my cousin in Ada King and her husband Don went about a week ago for their COVID shots in Florida, but had to turn back when the supply available that day was far exceeded by the number of oldsters who showed up.  Latest reports are that cousins in the Bay Area are scheduled for this coming week, a friend in NoCalif wine country for early February, and a friend in No Carolina for mid-February.  LA county is the largest (by population) county in the USA; almost 10 millions souls, and almost twice as large as the next one, Cook County, IL (Chicago).  

This is a huge undertaking and I hope it goes smoothly, but so far no real information from our primary care doctor or our local CVS.  Until then, we have become more cautious, in part due to the new variants of the virus that are about.  No more in-store grocery shopping at Whole Foods and Trader Joes senior hours.  We are now doing curbside pickup at Whole Foods and Ralphs.  It feels like we are just waiting for the cavalry to save us.

For tomorrow, Inauguration Day: This from an 88-year-old Park La Brea neighbor and friend, Wanda Sanders:

"Because of the current pandemic President Elect Biden and Vice-President Elect Harris will not be honored with the traditional inaugural ceremonies.  Moreover, our democratic republic has been under tremendous stress and division over the past four years.  I suggest the nation celebrate the inauguration of a new president and the hope for a better future by ringing bells throughout the nation.  At 12 Noon (EST) as President Biden is sworn in, let every church bell, bells at educational institutions, as well as those of private citizens, ring out in a show of national celebration.  Please spread this suggestion by sending it to your friends, social cotacts, elected leaders and local and national news sources.  Thank you.  Wanda Sanders"

New Year 2021 starts for many of us tomorrow.  Best of hopes and wishes for the New Year.

Coleman  

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021 #2. (January 16)

 

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Saturday, January 9:

Months ago, there were several reports of more than usual amounts of bird sightings in Los Angeles.  This was attributed to diminished traffic and congestion in the city, due to restictions of the pandemic.  And we did notice what seemed to be more than usual birds and bird calls.  

Nadine and I have both subscribed to a local, community app "NextDoor".  This has all kinds of interesting local postings in our neighborhood, including lost cats and dogs, items for sale (or free), burglaries, etc.  Locals have reported sightings of coyotes, raccoons, and skunks.  We did see a hawk sitting on the roof of a car during a walk about a week ago.

We have not seen any skunks, but definitely have smelled them several times.  Or so we thought.  Then Nadine suggested that the smell might not be skunk after all, but pot.  I contacted some of our children about this possibility, and got this response from our son Dan:

"True story... when I lived with you guys on Cantura (Studio City, circa 1990) I had some very pungent weed sitting in a drawer and mom came in my room and after a minute scrunched up her nose and asked “do you smell that?.. smells like a skunk in here?” To which I just shrugged my shoulders and changed the subject. “

So I guess we have both in our neighborhood: skunks and pot. Maybe after the pandemic, the skunks will go away?

Sunday, January 10:

We have remarked to each other that we are hearing more and more sirens in our neighborhood.  The nearest fire station is about a 1/2 mile east of us on 3rd Street.  Cedars-Sinai hospital, a small city unto itself, is about 1 mile west of us.  Fire trucks and ambulances frequently speed down 3rd, sirens wailing.  Now our senses are confirmed in the NYTimes article about COVID in L.A.: "Los Angeles County has a coronavirus-related death every eight minutes, a grim toll accompanied in many neighborhoods by the soundtrack of shrieking sirens."

This reminds me of something Rabbi Mordechai Finley said shortly after 9/11.   If you have ever driven in LA traffic, and been late for something, you have had to pull over when you see the red lights blinking in the rear view mirror and hear the sirens.  You're annoyed because you're late, and now you will be later.  Rabbi Finley noted that he had experienced these same feelings; but after 9/11, he remembered that these firefighters and EMTs could well be saving lives, and also putting their own lives in danger, on whatever their mission is this time.  So, you're late, but remember what's most important here.  Maybe say a prayer for them.

Monday, January 11: Especially for the ladies:

Heard this interview by Terrry Gross of Fran Lebowitz on Fresh Air.  Nadine listens to Fresh Air a lot.  Me, not as much, but usually find it interesting when I do. The whole session is about 45 minutes long, but the first 15 minutes are especially funny to me.   Lebowitz was born about 1950, in New Jersey across the Hudson from NYC, and describes her childhood in very funny terms.  As a girl, she often asked if she "could do something", and was told "No".  When she asked why not, the answer was "Because you're a girl!"  Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

     Fran Lebowitz on Fresh Air

A quote I heard recently that I just liked:

    "Tell me something good before it's too late”

Only three more days of POTUS45 to go.  Stay calm and safe. 

Coleman

Remembering the Rodney King Riots in LA (1992)

I remember the Rodney King verdict and riots like yesterday.  We were living in Studio City, just behind Art’s Deli.  I was working in Canoga Park, and Nadine was working in Beverly Hills.

Nadine got a warning at her office about 4PM to go home for the day, that there was rioting going on in many locations in the city.  She left work, and proceeded start to drive up Beverly Glen.  Beverly Glen was bumper-to-bumper with people trying to get out of the city.  The Saab overheated in the stop-and-go traffic (mostly stop), and stalled.  She had to pull it over and park on the side of the road, and leave it there.  

Nadine flagged down a woman who was driving just behind her up Beverly Glen, and this kind person, seeing her dilemma, gave her a ride to her house, which was off of Mulholland.

Nadine called me at work from the woman’s house (no cell phones yet) and told me what was happening and where she was.  I left work immediately and drove to the woman’s house on Mulholland.  When I got up on Mulholland, I could look down into the city and there were many plumes of smoke rising up into the air from where fires had been started.  It looked like a scene out of a war zone, a city after being bombed.

I found the woman’s house, where I met Nadine, and her savior briefly.  I was worried that the Saab would be stolen or vandalized and by this time the traffic had thinned out a lot.  I talked Nadine into going with me to try to rescue the Saab.  So back down we went on Beverly Glen, and found the Saab unharmed.  And it started right up.  So, from there, we drove both of our cars home.

Coronavirus: Los Angeles: 2021 #1

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New Years Day, 2021:

From the NYTimes letters to the editor:  A New Years resolution that I am taking up also: Never again to utter the name of you-know-who.  And that includes in writing.

Monday, January 4:

Nadine and I have been married for 35 years.  We play some hands of Gin Rummy, but agree not to keep score (just for this special day, which was good for her because I won some big hands...but who's keeping score, it's our anniversary).  Pandemic celebration with take-out dinner from Wood Ranch, at home with candlelight and Moscato and Andres Segovia.

Notes from the pandemic vaccination program: from my one living cousin, Ada King, in Daytona Beach, FL.  (Ada is ten months older than I am, so until her birthday next month, we are the same age.  When we were kids, we lived just four blocks apart in Havertown, PA, a Philly suburb.  We were in the same grade at Oakmont Elementary for about two years, but never in the same homeroom.  Then her family moved away to Luray, VA, and then my family moved to Buffalo, NY, and we only got to see each other on summer vacations):

"Vaccines were offered for those 65 and above here in our county this Monday and Tuesday.  So we left home in the dark on Monday (Jan 4) to go to the site giving the virus injections.  The lines from all directions were as far as you could see.  The number to be given was 1,000.  That number was reached by 7AM!  So thousands of cars turned around and went home.   We did so as soon as we saw the mob.  People had parked the night before and slept in their cars!  Of course it was stated not to do that.  Hope they get a better system next time."

Wednesday, January 6, AM:

The Georgia senate runoffs were yesterday. It appears that Dem Warnock won, not yet called for Ossoff vs Perdue.  I hope Ossoff wins also, so I don't have to put up with two more years of Mitch McConnell's stalls and refusals to allow votes.  Normally, I might have had the TV on last night to catch the results, but I realize I am "electioned out"; after more than a year of feeling like we are living on the razor's edge between sanity or madness, I just could not watch another night of returns.  Not to mention the unending emails requesting donations.  POTUS45 will no longer have the power of the presidency in fourteen days, but he'll still be around, with a lot of supporters.  It could happen again, and that is terrifying.

Wednesday, January 6, PM:

Hooray.  Ossoff won.  Goodbye Mitch.  Hello, a much better chance for some meaningful legislation.  Many heroes here, but especially Stacy Abrams.

Then we watched for hours the storming of the Capitol by POTUS45 supporters claiming the election was stolen.  And he instigated this travesty.

For weeks as the COVID death toll climbed, especially in Los Angeles, Nadine and I have been aware that we had not yet personally known anyone who has died due to COVID.  But it seemed inevitable that we would, sooner or later. Turned out to be sooner. We learned that our good friend Sid Rosenblatt died two days ago.  Sid and Arlene grew up in the same neighborhood as Nadine, though they were older by about seven years, so did not know each other then.  Sid went to the same grade school (Wilshire Crest), middle school (John Burroughs) and high school (L A High) as Nadine.  Sid and Arlene met as middle schoolers when they had competing paper routes in their neighborhood; when cities like LA had more than one major newspaper.  They celebrated their 65th wedding anniversary in 2020.  We will remember Sid fondly as a real mensch, devoted to his family and shul.  Our thoughts and prayers go out to Arlene and their whole family.  Zoom service later today (Thursday).

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Happy New Year, 2021.  Breathe a little easier but continue to wear your masks for a while. Looking forward to inauguration day, Jan. 20.  Hope security is better than yesterday.

Coleman