The house looks the same

We lived here from December 1962 until June 1968. It’s the only green-brick house I’ve ever seen. I spent a lot of Saturdays mowing that front yard. My bedroom was at the far left; the window is obscured by bushes.

The neighborhood has no sidewalks, so there’s a ditch at the bottom of the yard. We used to burn all the leaves from the oak trees in that ditch. I can’t imagine open burning like that is still allowed in 2016, which may explain why it’s so overgrown.

When we lived there there was no extra parking available for those cars; we owned a Plymouth Valiant when we moved in and a Buick Special when we left. Both got parked in the carport at the top of the driveway.


Who’s that fuzzy guy?


I was in a bar at the Marriott Renaissance Capital View Hotel in Arlington VA last Saturday night. That’s a pricey damned place, let me tell you, and I’m acquainted with Waikiki hotels. If you park for three hours or more in their lot, cough up $29. If I had a smart phone I’d have called Uber to go the 1.6 miles between my motel and this place.

That’s just an annoyance, though. The dinner was good, the people were fun to see for the first time in nearly fifty years, and it wasn’t snowing. Unfortunately the trees weren’t turning yet. Oh well.

How I Spent My Day

Baseball and Packing.

It was a very eventful baseball day: the Dodgers scored in the bottom of the eighth inning to take the lead 6-5 after giving up three runs in the seventh which allowed the Nationals to tie the game. Then yesterday’s goat redeemed himself by striking out two of the three guys he faced in the top of the ninth to force a Game Five of this best 3 of 5 series on Thursday.

I don’t actively hate the Giants except when they’re actually playing the Dodgers, but I admit I’m glad the Cubs came back with four runs in the top of the ninth to defeat the San Francisco team. I have this feeling of “if the Dodgers can’t advance to the World Series and win this year, then let the Cubs do it.” The fans in Los Angeles have been waiting since 1988 to get back to the Series, but that pales in comparison to the wait the fans in Chicago have had. The last time the Cubs were in a Series was in 1945 (they lost). The last time they won a World Series was in 1908. I’m a Dodgers fan first, but I’m also a baseball fan in general.

The rest of the day was taken up with packing for warmish weather (Los Angeles for a couple of days) and coolish weather (Washington DC and its suburbs).

The GOP is officially the party of sleaze

It also has an infinite capacity for lying to itself.

The RNC chair did not take questions, saying that members of the press were likely on the call, which suggests the audience for the his [sic] remarks was as much the press as it was the RNC membership.

Snark abounds

Several tweets that won the internet today, at least in my estimation.

Then this:

Tuesday TeeVee

I split my TV time between the AL Wild Card Game featuring the Blue Jays and the Orioles and the Pence – Kaine debate. About the game, it was exciting and I don’t understand why the losing manager left his best relief pitcher in the bullpen rather than use him in extra innings. Instead, he brought in a starter with only four relief appearances all season to pitch to the heart of the Blue Jays’ order. Boom! Edwin Encarnacion hit a three-run homer in the bottom of the 11th and the Orioles’ season was done.

About the debate, this tweet sums it up pretty well:

If you want to read a catalog of frustration, look up that tweet by Bouie and read the ones surrounding it. He’s stunned at the lies he’s hearing from Pence.

Retirement party

The Dodgers’ legendary broadcaster Vin Scully called his last game today in San Francisco. The Bay Area did itself proud in paying tribute to him and to his 67-year career.

That plaque on the wall reads in part “Vin Scully’s Final Broadcast.” It’s inside the visitors’ broadcast booth at AT&T Park in San Francisco, and the two gentlemen are Willie Mays and Vin Scully. Vin has always said Willie was the best player he ever saw.

The crowd in the Giants’ park gave him a rousing welcome and ovation when he arrived in the broadcast booth:

And then he said goodbye

and flew off into the sunset with a friend also named Scully:

Thank you, Vin. I first heard you in 1959 or 1960 when my family moved to Westwood, Ca. I scored games in spiral notebooks as you and Jerry Doggett called them from distant places like St. Louis and Milwaukee and Philadelphia as well as right across town in the Coliseum. When I went to the nearest Union 76 station the portraits I got for free represented more than just my imagination, for you had made the players and the games real.

We moved across country after the 1962 season and I rarely heard you for twenty years until my work took me back to Los Angeles in the mid-1980s. I’ll never forget the first night I was back in that city hunting for the Dodgers’ game on the radio and hearing your voice again, a little older and with an additional partner (Ross Porter). It was wonderful.

For the last twenty years the local cable company has carried the Dodgers’ games on either Prime Ticket or the newer Sports Net Los Angeles channels and Scully has done all the home games and until recently away games west of the Rockies, so I’ve had the great pleasure of hearing him even more than I did when I was a kid.

What the hell, the man’s 88 years old. He’s entitled to retire.

Thanks, Vin, for the highlights and the joy as well as the reminder when the team failed that there was always another game next day or next year. Enjoy your retirement with Sandi.