Jack in his new jersey
I love this note to Santa from Alabama Stickles, the 6- or 7-year-old daughter of my cousin Rebecca. Too cute!
Proving that laughter is contagious, a very happy subway car in Germany gets the giggles.
It’s worth it to stick this one out and watch it all the way through.
My employer, ACCU, sent a volunteer contingent to LA’s Skid Row on November 22 to help out with their giveaway event (new shoes for kids, a meal and a box of Thanksgiving-type non-perishable foods for each family). Here’s a poem I wrote about it afterward.
Our time, our help, our skill
We lend a hand to those in need
Will we help out? We will!
Dream Center, CMN,
And others that deserve our help
One never quite knows when
They call it “Shoes That Fit”
If anyone on Skid Row wants
Free shoes, well, they are it!
We take part in their plan
To get some shoes, some wipes, and more
Our merry group embarked
To Skid Row on the 10 freeway
But all the cars seemed parked!
At last the jam was cleared away
We came a little late
Our shift crew got there just in time
It seemed a twist of fate
Were given front desk duties
The others fitted kids with shoes
The youngsters were all cuties!
But every single guest
Was gracious and appreciative
They thought we were the best!
Though some had yet been served
Our time was up, we had to go
And then we came unnerved …
Maligning kids, and more
He wouldn’t leave, they called the cops
We left through a side door
The cops had cuffed three men
We strolled right past like nothing’s up
A bed to call our own
Though briefly lost on our way home
We reached our safety zone.
The Mathews family of Altadena, California in about 1967. Jon and Charlotte with their children Valerie, Jancis, Richard, and William.
Atop Mt Whitney, California’s tallest peak, with my friend and co-worker Bob Graves. October 4, 2011.
My earliest human memory is my 4th birthday party.