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2day
Sounds like the day was a good day. Unless the red lips were from third degree sunburns and the hellos were paramedics. Just kidding. Nice story— June 12, 2012 2:10 p.m.
We Baby Boomers are All That- are we?
I think you nailed it!! Personally, I keep notching the senior meter up and right now, it's about age 79 or so. That's when I will be a member of the club that was discussed in the original story. So I have nearly a quarter century left. I'm thinking we won't be nearly as tolerant as Betty White would be ya'know?. Betty White grew up with June Cleaver and I don't think either of them would yell after an adolescent french fry stealer, " get back here you son of a bitch". But the Boomers would, yessir, we turned the whole world on its ass and we're gonna be pretty bad ass in our last years. I'll be listening to Neil Young doing " Don't be Denied" or Dylan spitting out " Senior", while some kid is apoligizing for trying to steal my fries. That's the way I see my real senior years. The Boomer Years!! Wait till' they get a load of us— June 12, 2012 1:55 p.m.
We Baby Boomers are All That- are we?
Great story. I can't help but wonder tho' if irritating people have always been, well, irritating. Is it so much an age thing or a personality trail that they follow as another year passes just a little faster than the previous one? . I find that irritating. I've noticed as of late " irritating" has been replaced with the much more offensive term of " annoying". Kids telling their parents that they annoy them. What's up with that, con sarn it!!!! I've recently been finding invitations in my mailbox to join AARP. I find that both annoying and irritating. Perhaps what really irritates us is that we just think old people should know better. I'm betting that those senior folks we label as irritating have always been that way, we just think because their old, that they should know better. Oh wait, I already said that didn't I?— June 11, 2012 8:09 p.m.
talking to strangers - friday
Now think of all the years you tried to Find someone to satisfy you I might be as crazy as you say If I'm crazy then it's true That it's all because of you And you wouldn't want me any other way Yes, most definitly a lunatic, But, oh, what a lunatic!!!! (smile)— June 9, 2012 9:10 p.m.
Rotting Fruit
Me too!!— June 8, 2012 3:53 p.m.
Rotting Fruit
http://sandiegoreader.com/users/photos/2012/jun/0…— June 8, 2012 3:52 p.m.
Rotting Fruit
it simply rots and dies is what I meant to say.— June 7, 2012 9:27 p.m.
Rotting Fruit
I very much like this. Eleven words were all it took to remind us that we are all given a window in time. If the dream remains in our head and not acted upon, at some point it becomes just some faded lost desire on an old bucket list that noone will probably ever read. Perhaps it will fall and ferment in the summers sun and be consumed by two lucky souls who look forward to the approaching Fall with newfound hope. I suspect tho' that it will be, as you said, only fruit, and when fruit falls to the groundit does what unpicked fruit does, it simply rot and die :-(. I enjoyed your story, Great job!!!!— June 7, 2012 9:26 p.m.
Blocked Kiss
Then I'll move to Arlen.— June 5, 2012 8:54 p.m.
Tales of an Insomniac: The First Night in San Diego
No,,,, they couldn't.— June 5, 2012 8 p.m.