
On the hunt for the filming sites! LRG (Lydia Rodarte-Quayle) directs the equipment trucks to the filming site!
Sacramento area community musical theater (esp. DMTC in Davis, 2000-2020); Liberal politics; Meteorology; "Breaking Bad," "Better Call Saul," and Albuquerque movie filming locations; New Mexico and California arcana, and general weirdness.
Today, the cardinals of the Catholic Church are meeting in Rome. Later today, or tomorrow, or Thursday, we will learn whom they have chosen to lead the Catholic Church. Do not be surprised if he chooses the name "Pope Flintstone"! Mark my words. You heard it here first!Nice!
I know all of you here knew Ernie at different times in his life. I knew him best as a playmate. In my mind, no matter the decade, he was always a bright, curious, energetic eight-year-old. He was five months older than I was, and always a little more robust. I looked up to him. We did things together. We spent afternoons circling our Gramita's house, over and over, precariously balanced on a thin edge of house foundation concrete. We chased the ice cream truck together. We went swimming together at the Valley High School pool in the North Valley. We helped each other out. For example, I remember once helping him with a hard task: removing a wood chip that had fallen into his eye. And he returned the favor. Once, at a birthday party following a swimming expedition, he pulled me out of a ugly mess. I was directly underneath a breaking pinata. Candy rained down on me, and every kid in the room rushed in and attacked me in order to get at the goodies.
I respect Father Bill's 12-Step message, but disagree with the idea that Ernie was 'damaged' in any way. I think it's the world that's damaged. It's easy for a bright, energetic eight-year-old to lose their way. There is sometimes a mismatch in what a person can bring to the world, and how the world responds to him. In my mind, he was always pure of heart.
Say your prayers, little one
Don't forget, my son
To include everyone
Tuck you in, warm within
Keep you free from sin
Till the Sandman he comes
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Something's wrong, shut the light
Heavy thoughts tonight
And they aren't of Snow White
Dreams of war, dreams of liars
Dreams of dragon's fire
And of things that will bite
Sleep with one eye open
Gripping your pillow tight
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land
Now I lay me down to sleep
Pray the Lord my soul to keep
If I die before I wake
Pray the Lord my soul to take
Hush little baby, don't say a word
And never mind that noise you heard
It's just the beasts under your bed
In your closet, in your head
Exit: light
Enter: night
Grain of sand
Exit: light
Enter: night
Take my hand
We're off to never-never land