This is a record of parts of my life ... the good, the bad and the ugly.... this is for my children ... I stood, where you stand today.. all tho it was a different time and place...
Monday, June 27, 2011
Saturday, June 25, 2011
Monday, June 20, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Thursday, June 9, 2011
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Tuesday, June 7, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
It's a sad day in a young boy's life .....
My Book My Life Stories from my past
It's a sad day in a young boy's life ….
…. when he loses his dog. Soon after we moved into the house at 1718 Dixion Street in Redondo Beach. I got a dog, he was just a little black and white mutt dog, that only a little boy could love. His name was “ KURA “ my boy, I remember he use to walk with me to school. About half way to school I would have to shoo him away and tell him to go home. After school on my way home as I came to the top of my street, there was KURA my boy. As soon as he saw mw he would run like the wind and jump up on me. He would lick my face... and I would say KURA my boy … KURA my boy, and we would make our way home . I didn't have him for very long as he had a very bad habit of knocking over all the trash cans on our street on trash day. I tried to tie him up but he always found a way to get loose. One thursday coming home there was no KURA to greet me... and by the time I got home my mom told me the dog catcher ( aka animal control ) came by to pick him up. Due to complaints from the neighbors.... of course did what all little boys did when their dog is taken … I cried and cried and cried.... It would be years before I would get another dog … and yeah him name was “ KURA “ my boy too.
It's a sad day in a young boy's life ….
…. when he loses his dog. Soon after we moved into the house at 1718 Dixion Street in Redondo Beach. I got a dog, he was just a little black and white mutt dog, that only a little boy could love. His name was “ KURA “ my boy, I remember he use to walk with me to school. About half way to school I would have to shoo him away and tell him to go home. After school on my way home as I came to the top of my street, there was KURA my boy. As soon as he saw mw he would run like the wind and jump up on me. He would lick my face... and I would say KURA my boy … KURA my boy, and we would make our way home . I didn't have him for very long as he had a very bad habit of knocking over all the trash cans on our street on trash day. I tried to tie him up but he always found a way to get loose. One thursday coming home there was no KURA to greet me... and by the time I got home my mom told me the dog catcher ( aka animal control ) came by to pick him up. Due to complaints from the neighbors.... of course did what all little boys did when their dog is taken … I cried and cried and cried.... It would be years before I would get another dog … and yeah him name was “ KURA “ my boy too.
Friday, June 3, 2011
After 9 years away living in Costa Rica ...
In 2002 my son Morgan, embarked on his journey to marry the woman he knew would be his wife... they were married and sealed to each other in Oct of 2002. After nine years he returns homes ... and soon to be joined by his wife Sandra and two daughters, Miyoko and Kiona .. finally i will get to meet my daughter in law and my grand daughters, first the first time. We hope to see them round about July 4th. Atm all paperwork for their citizenship in being processed by the U.S. government ..
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Memorial Day Weekend 2011
nothing better than a blazing fire to keep warm by... in the cool night air ... with music, good conversation ... and a marsh mellow SMORE every now and then ... it was a very memorable evening .....
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