Month: September 2007

We decide to cruise past the high school over on Walnut Street.    A one-way road system, plus road work in progress, delays us, but finally we park in front of the main building where we congregated daily back in 1954, ’55, and ’56.  The lawn seems small, but later we learn that, in fact,… Continue reading Santa Ana High School

Day One.   I step out of the airline terminal into the perfect weather of a southern California summer.  The temperature is 72 F, the humidity is low but not desert dry,   A gust of nostalgia brushes through me, remembering a youth when shorts and a t-shirt were my wardrobe, and orange blossom scented the air… Continue reading High School Reunion – Friday Morning

Day One.   I step out of the airline terminal into the perfect weather of a southern California summer.  The temperature is 72 F, the humidity is low but not desert dry,   A gust of nostalgia brushes through me, remembering a youth when shorts and a t-shirt were my wardrobe, and orange blossom scented the air… Continue reading High School Reunion – Friday Morning

Nico loves to swing. His love of it has always outweighed my patience for pushing him. Today is no different, though he seems ready to quit sooner than last time I was here. It is hotter than ever. I say, "I am so hot I could melt." Nico looks at the spotted sidewalk. "Grandma, look.… Continue reading NIco and Grandma’s Big Adventure, 2

Nico arrives this morning at 8:15, Allosaurus in hand. We are spending the day together; no pressure, no school, no little sister. The Allosaurus, however, is being chased by a Spitosaurus, or something, which he says properly, but I don’t catch. The Spitosaurus is on the tail of Allo, ripping at him with strong jaws.… Continue reading NIco and Grandma’s Big Adventure, 1