Older columns by Eve with more wHine and less wine.
We’ve only got one kid and we have a pretty good start on saving for her college. Ed is studying for the Chief’s exam so the future looks good. We do our own house cleaning and gardening. The cat is neutered. We’re in our forties and the expensive traveling is behind us until we retire….
When I was visiting our local Sheriff’s station last week (Not for a casually accepted arrest but to view their computer listing of registered sexual offenders in my neighborhood-and yours.) I picked up a few fliers on Neighborhood and School Watch programs. I remember the rusted and weather-beaten old signs along some of the poorer…
In an Internet search for the words “fluff” with the word “read” not much comes up. Is that because no writer sets out to write the read American novel to have it considered fluff? What would you call the paperback you bring on vacation with the distinction that this is one you will leave behind…
Today is the day, I remind Eddie, as he staggers out of bed not nearly as “fresh” as usual, to take down the holiday lights and return our American flag to the pole. It’s not his fault. It’s not even because he’s a firefighter and it’s okay to be that way. It’s because he babysat…
I received this letter in long hand from Ed’s relative, Bryan Jewison, in Minnesota. Here is a middle-aged good-looking man, with a college degree in biology, loving and living his life on a farm. We had visited them last summer when Ed’s grandma was moved into a nursing home. Having never visited a farm, Samantha…
DeAr TOOth FAIry, Please Don’t Take My Tooth. I Will Give Money. Leave My Tooth And I Will Get Money Tomorrow. Sam B. This is Day I of a typical SCV weekend for a soon to be seven-year-old. We had just come home from a dinner date when our babysitter, Heather R., told us of…
I don’t know if it happened before or after September 11. It might have been last year when Ed got home from the Fire Academy that’s located so close to Gettysburg. Or did it start exactly a year ago when Samantha and I attended the annual Memorial Day event at Eternal Valley? Or maybe it…
When I was a little kid I sat on the grass high above and back behind the Hollywood Bowl with my family to listen to the performances. The Bowl to me was a brilliant white blob with an uneven number of misshapen balls magically suspended over it and a dozen or so trees outlining the…
Someone once said that men forget how to dress themselves when they get married. It may have been the case at say, year one or two, that Eddie allowed me to select what I thought he should wear for a special occasion. Then somewhere along the way, and I think it was my mother that…
The comeback column is here. And I have, as usual, several Fire Department personnel to thank for it. From the Los Angeles Chief Engineer William Bamatre to resident psychologist Dr Scott. From the North Hollywood fire stations, through the downtown special duty officers and ending up as far as Florida, we had our fire families…