Going to Heck in a Handbasket

Le Porc est degoutant! My Parents belonged to a strange religion. Some people might argue that all religions are strange in one way or another, but I can only speak for myself. The Russian Group of Believers was called “The Molokans” which translates to “milk drinkers”. I have only¬† had a superficial relationship with these people, but my Sister, if she becomes brave enough one … Continue reading Going to Heck in a Handbasket

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Jigsaw Puzzles – filling in the holes in our memories

My sister and I love to make jigsaw puzzles. It doesn’t matter to us, how many pieces there are, 500, 1000 …we aren’t picky. The picture is also not that important. If it were ‘subjunctive’ my wife, she would start by finding and fitting all of the edge pieces. My kids, on the other hand, would ask what they could start with, “I’d choose some … Continue reading Jigsaw Puzzles – filling in the holes in our memories

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Back then, when we thought we would live forever..

When I was young, about a lifetime ago, our family lived in a suburb of Los Angeles. Our house was next to a large field which my older sister said, used to be a farm of sorts with Avocado trees and the like. I only remember it as being a large square of dirt, which was covered with weeds in the Summer months. It does … Continue reading Back then, when we thought we would live forever..

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Proper Knife and Fork Etiquette in Europe – Part 1

Now we’ve gotten down to serious stuff. This is a blog concerning one of the cornerstones of European Culture. This blog can and will teach you the proper way of using Utensils throughout Europe and Scandinavia. This blog may just change your life on this planet. With that said, let’s continue with Blog number 1 in this special series: I’ve learned that using utensils in … Continue reading Proper Knife and Fork Etiquette in Europe – Part 1

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Living in East L.A. – It won’t get any tougher than that…

My sister was tough. Tougher than nails. She would take on 5 at a time, and whip them all. The rest of my family came from Montebello, a city of 70,000, about 11 miles (18 km) from the center of Los Angeles. Not my sister. She was too tough to be from Montebello. She came from East LA. She was a Vata, which is “home … Continue reading Living in East L.A. – It won’t get any tougher than that…

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