a very old poem
I kissed her ruby lips she crossed her legs and broke my glasses. (written by a friend, NOT by me!_
Evening at shul
7:43:10 PM I sit here on the floor of the main sanctuary at the Stephen S. Wise temple in Los Angeles, waiting for Rabbi M to start talking. Just had dinner with a few of the people from the temple — good looking dinner, wish I’d been hungry. Now the talk. Surprise overflow of people … Continue reading Evening at shul
Monday
Buck left for home this morning at 5. So now I get around to my workaday world — meetings with the rabbi and the people we want to be our producers for the television project. Then to Israel on Thursday. I am making it all sound grim, even though it is not. I find it … Continue reading Monday
breakfast
This is my view at breakfast. We cannot see much due to the seasonal fog surrounding low-lying areas in southern California at this time of year. Fog should not be a problem in a month or two. Today we have scrambled eggs (me) and huevos rancheros (Buck). We were rudely awakened by the fire alarm … Continue reading breakfast
white pebble 