A Child Named Torn
All right where to begin. I’ll make no excuses for not posting for such a long time besides I was busy living my life. That said, let’s share some interesting parts of it from the past two months (and these will come in no particular order)…
While I was at Safeway shopping up here in Berkeley, at the cashier the guy who was bagging my groceries was named Torn. Yeah you heard me, Torn. Is this because his parents couldn’t make up their mind on a name so they were torn and then decided to have the kid suffer? I don’t know, quite possibly. But really people, Torn? I thought I had seen some weird names but this was a new level for me. Maybe I should name my kids Shredded and Ripped. Maybe the latter will end up being real buff, who knows. Anyway…
The weekend before Thanksgiving I flew down to LA for no other reason than to see my friend Mel who was visiting the area with her family all the way from New York. I hadn’t seen Mel for a couple years and I gotta say we had a lot of fun. We had the obligatory trip to Disneyland (is it really the happiest place on Earth?) and we also explored some parts of LA that I hadn’t even seen so far. Have you heard of The Grove in LA? The big fancy shopping center? Yeah? Great, I don’t care about it. BUT, right next to it is the Farmer’s Market which has been there for decades but was new to me. Now that’s the kind of place I enjoy; all kinds of small and family-owned businesses and places to eat. Each one has a personality or some individuality; there was even an Armenian kabob place there. We spent some time there, Mel, Gayaneh her sister, their cousin who’s name has escaped me right now but was a very cool guy, and myself. I really can’t stand shopping malls and places like The Grove; they’re all so cookie-cutter, all the same. Same stores, same items or food, and same type of people shopping there. Needless to say, I had a great time that weekend.
Well that’s all I have time for today but keep coming back, there will be more soon.