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THE BLOCK ... a little jaunt down memory lane

As most little girls, I had a very best friend. Denise Rivera and her family moved to Manzanar Avenue when I was 9 years old. The Rivera family had what seemed to me like a hundred and fifty kids, but in actuality it was ten (like that's not a lot). This was back in the 1960's when having 3 kids was considered pathetically small. Anyway, the day they moved in was big news because NO ONE NEW had ever moved to our block. This was very exciting to me. New people! New kids! (The picture above is of the Duggars. Just pretend they're Mexican and call them the Riveras).



Being a nosy little kid I rode my bike to the corner and watched them move in and I'm sure I pestered the shit outta everybody as I asked a billion questions and ... there she was, sitting on the porch with her head in her hands looking very sad and forlorn. She was a pretty little girl with big brown eyes and light brown hair. I walked right up to her and said "what's your name?" ... she barely l…

VIGGO ...

I saw Viggo last night.Yeah.He dropped by in the ether.I wasn’t expecting him.But that’s usually how it is isn't it?  He looked rather nice.He had on a suit and seemed happy.He told me he had four movies coming out.  I told him I knew.As we talked, he was signing some pictures of himself to give to me.I found this rather touching.He’d never really given me anything before.
As he was autographing the photos I told him “you know I got engaged” …
His reaction?  Minute.  Inconsequential, but not without my noticing the slightest of pauses .... and then back to signing the pictures and talking.We bantered back and forth, not really saying anything at all.It seemed we were both in a good place, though I did notice the tiniest trace of sadness in his eyes.  I remained happy and upbeat as we spent a little more time together.  And then it was over.  And I woke up.










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