Monday, December 18, 2023

I really hate cilantro.

 Thirteen years ago I went on a typical rant about how much I hate cilantro. Well it’s thirteen years later and, guess what, I still hate the vile stuff. Only now I know why. It is part of my makeup. It’s in my  DNA. Ed, my older son, gave me a DNA test kit for my birthday and one of the traits that they asked my about is “Do you hate cilantro?” It turns out that there are loads of us who hate the crap and it’s because of some quirk of our genes. None other than Julia Child hated the stuff also. Who new? Ina Garten doesn’t like it either. I seem to be in some pretty company. I not only on my plate or even worse in my mouth. I don’t want to be in the same time zone with it.

Isn't this modern world wonderful?  If my salty language offends someone , my wife will say "He's been this way ever since he's had those two strokes. 

If I say something that is politically or socially incorrect, she'll say "He really has no filters anymore".  Does anyone really think that I ever was politically or socially correct? To paraphrase my second wife  "He may be an asshole but knows what fork to use." Now that I have cleared up this very important issue of the age. You can resume living you’re life again.

 

 

Friday, December 15, 2023

Buon Gusto

 

We had dinner tonight at Buon Gusto restaurant in Huntington Beach this evening. We have been going there for the last six months, or so, and we’ve come to really like the place. The owner, like every good Italian restaurateur, is usually roaming around the dining area and schmoozing with the customers. I asked him the other evening if he knew about another Buon Gusto that used to be in Belmont Shore. He said he used to own it. I told him that I thought Tina and Vito owned it. He told me that he had bought it from them.

I had known Tina and Vito for over forty five years. Our office was across Second Street and I was in BG three or four times a week to get a sandwich or if I was working late some spaghetti. I went in one evening and Tina said she would make mean Italian flag dinner. I had no idea what an Italian flag was but I’ll try anything and I knew Tina so I was sure that she wasn’t going to poison me. The IF turned out to be a plate of pasta with red sauce and white fettuccine sauce and green pesto sauce side by side. Just like the flag of Italy. I loved it and it is now one of my signature dishes that I make when I want to impress someone special.

About ten years later they moved their restaurant to Pacific Ave. in down town Long Beach when everyone expected downtown Long Beach to be the next boom tow. I didn’t get downtown much then and I still don’t but when I was I’d go get a bite at Buon Gusto. I went in one day and there was a new server on duty. I told the gal I wanted an Italian Flag and she said “What is that?’ I told he to go back to the kitchen and tell Tina that some guy wants an Italian Flag, she’ll know. A few minutes later Tina came out front and said “Don how are you?” I felt like I was part of the In Croud.

Back to the Buon Gusto in Huntington beach. There is a vast menu with many good choices. The portions are large and the prices are very fair.

You know what Arnie said “I’ll be back”.

Sunday, September 10, 2023

Karma is a bitch

 About 1993 we got a contract to build what was then the world's largest thermoformer to make pickup-truck bed liners. This beast was 43 feet wide and 10 feet wide.  The sale price was $450,000 and it was double-ended with robotic loading and unloading. The machine was going to be shipped to Elkhart Indiana and the buyer sent us 33% to start construction and we began building. When the progress payment the second 33% was due the buyer came out with the check and wanted see the progress. He showed up with his "machine building expert to assist" us on the construction. It quickly became apparent that this guy didn't have the ability to put together an Ikea bookcase. He was as they say in Texas all hat and no cattle. We were nice to the blowheart and after three days they headed back to Indiana. Much to our relief. 

Six or seven years later, I opened up a second shop in Elkhart. I was then married to a TWA flight attendant so I could fly for free and had rented a house in Elkhart and bought a diesel Chevy Suburban that could go through the snow like a Sherman tank. I was working on a Saturday and needed to buy a few bolts so I drove over to the local Home Depot. When I was checking out I paid by a check from the local bank in Elkhart. The checkout guy wanted to see "some ID" so I got out my driver's license which was from California. He, the clerk, wrote down my address and then commented that he had actually been in Long Beach years ago to buy a vacuum former. I had on a baseball cap and sunglasses. I took off the sunglasses and tilted the brim of my cap and we both recognized each other. He asked if I was still building machines and I said that I was. "Here in Elkhart" he asked? I told him that I had a second shop here in Elkhart because there was a concentration of about 300 machines within 100 miles due to the large concentration of RV and travel trailer builders in the area.

He sheepishly asked if I was hiring. Sheepishly because he apparently knew what an asshole he was when he was at my shop. I was tempted to tell him to go screw himself but quickly remembered to be kindly and told him not right now but to give me his phone number. Of course I tossed his number in the trash when I got back to the shop. 

There but for the grace of God go I. There was nothing to get by belittling him. Besides I thought Karma already beat me to the punch.

Sunday, July 30, 2023

Airline chow

I don't know if I am repeating myself but I woke up this morning thinking of Trader Vic's Malay peanut chicken. Never heard of it too bad. I have had many really good dishes in my long existence. A lot of Italian, some Japanese and German and a few French meals but TV's Malay Peanut Chicken is in my top five. 

Like the old lady on Golden Girls used to say, picture this. In 1975 I'm flying at 30,000 feet in a United 747 to Japan. I flew a lot back in the seventies but rarely flew on United Airlines. I favored Continental and TWA back then but a United flight was my only option. I could smell the aromas wafting from the galley. The flight attendant, actually they were called stewardesses way back in the stone age, and asked me if I would like the beef tips on noodles, yum yum or the whatever the hell the standard airline fare was back then or the Malay Peanut Chicken. 

Malay Peanut Chicken did she say? I had no idea what Malay Peanut Chicken was but I did know that United Airlines probably wouldn't try to poison paying customers, so I opted for the Malay Chicken. I devoured the peanut chicken like a man who hadn't had anything to eat in the last month. I really liked it. Actually I loved it. 

After the meal service, I strolled aft to the galley put on my best smile and turned my charm control dial up to 10 and asked sweetly "Who in your organization do I write to get the recipe for that wonderful chicken?" The attendant smiled sweetly back at me and extended her arm over my shoulder and said "You really liked it?" Before I could assess just what in the hell had happened she handed my this orange  8 1/2 X 11 card with the recipe printed on it and said "Just little old me." It was the culinary coup of my life. When I got back to my boat, I tried the recipe as it was printed out. The next time I tried making it again which was the next day, I fine tuned it a skosh. Now whenever I want to impress someone with my culinary prowess, I make my piece de resistance. I call it the peanut butter chicken. When I ask Ed my first born son, what do you want me to make for dinner. He shoots back, without any hesitation, the peanut butter chicken. 

As Ed is so fond of saying, "The apple never falls too far from the tree." 

 

Saturday, July 29, 2023

I love my car.



 

When I was 17 years old I swore that someday I would own a Corvette. Ten years ago I was going to buy a newer car for myself to augment my pickup truck. I almost bought a Corvette but I knew that Sadie my spoiled Golden Retriever wouldn't take to a two seat car. She made numerous cross-country trips in  the pickup and she liked to snooze in the back seat of the truck. Instead I bought a 2001 BMW E-46 325ci silver convertible because it had a back seat.  Sadie loved the car, my girlfriend loved the car and I adored the car. I had the car for about five years and it had 135,000 miles on it when I bought it. Maintenance cost was  somewhat high but it's the price one pays for anything of beauty that you really love. After putting another 30,000 thousand miles on my beauty, the transmission went south. A replacement or repaired transmission would have cost more than I paid for the car so I got a one year newer 2001 silver silver BMW 325ci ragtop. The new car was nearly identical in looks and driving pleasure but didn't have the leather heated seats, big deal, I live in SoCal. It didn't have the high end audio system either but it was still pretty nice. They don't put crap at the factory in Germany. About five years later my former girlfriend, now my wife, came home and said some idiot in a rental van hit the car. She said, like the Black Knight in Monty Python, that it was only a scratch. My heart sunk, I was going to kill this moron. She said "See it?" I said "no I don't". It was truly, only a scratch. Being the car was twenty years old, the insurance company elected to "Total" the car and give me fair market value and they did just that and took away my little Teutonic beauty. Off we went to find a replacement and  guess what I got. A 2001 silver BMW 325ci convertible. This one has the heated leather seats and the premium sound system and no one that I know that this is the third car. They look so much alike. Do I love the BMWs? If you were to bet, play the favorite.

It's a jungle out there.

 In 1968 after eight years in the Navy I was discharged at the Naval Station in Seal Beach. The "Career Counselors" on the ship kept after me to stay in. They said that there was a "recession" going on and I wouldn't find a decent job on the outside. After leaving the ship, I went to a phone booth to call my wife to come pick my civilian ass up. When I picked up the handset I heard a clunk and over a dollar in change dropped into the coin slot. It was an omen. I knew right then that everything was going to be just fine and it was.

Wednesday, June 21, 2023

The Beemer

 In 2013 after I had a stroke and retired, I decided to fulfill an oath that I made to myself more than fifty years ago to someday own a Corvette. But I one problem, Sadie my Golden Retriever probably wouldn't like it. She has ridden many miles with me including several cross-country trips. She rides with me in the front seat for a few hours but than she will hop in the back and take a nap. She has told me that she really enjoys taking those naps in the back seat and yes, we really talk to one another. She is a very good listener and rarely interrupts when I am talking. She knows how I really hate being interrupted while talking. She was not going to cotton to some two seated toy car. So the Vette got kicked under the bus.

A close runner up was a BMW convertible. The little princess surely couldn't find fault with that Teutonic jewel. I settled on a silver 2001 328ci convertible. It had a Bose sound system, heated leather seats which every southern Californian needs and lots of other trinkets that make it the "Ultimate Driving Machine". It was love at first sight and I bought it. I didn't have my Little Red Corvette but I loved the car and named her Loretta.

About five years later the six speed transmission went south. To either fix or replace the tranny would have cost more than I paid for it. After driving a Kraut car you eventually succumb to the German logic so I did the logical thing and bought another silver BMW  328ci convertible. The only slight differences was this car was a 2002 and didn't have all of the bells and whistles. It wasn't the same but it wasn't all that big of a sacrifice. The only difference in apperance was so slight only I could really tell the difference.

Fast forward another five years and "my better half" upon returning from a shopping spree announced that some fool in a Hertz rental truck hit Loretta II and scratched  it. It was barely noticeable so I breathed a sigh of relief. Due to some dumb shit corporate logic,  Hertz's insurance company decided to "total" my little Loretta II. "Total" meant to take Loretta II off our hands and reimburse us enough money to replace it. So off we went a hunting for a replacement. This time I settled on a guess what? A silver 2001 BMW 328ci convertable.

We now possess Loretta III. She is the identical twin of Loretta I, Bose stereo and heated leather seats etc. except she has the wheels that Loretta II had.

Now, it appears that, the third time truely is a charm. I have come to the conclusion that I have found my automotive soulmate.

Monday, June 19, 2023

Getting older

 There was a time not long ago when I was considered a young stud. Or so I thought sometimes. I tried to not be some kind of pretty boy but I noticed every now and then some female seemed to be giving me the eye.  Life was good and I liked being married. When out drinking and shooting shit with "the boys" When I was on the road I was always requested to get some ladies sitting at another table to come and join us. Later in the evening I would go to the men's room and then back to my room. I have no idea how my mates did and I wasn't really interested. I was either already married or had a steady girlfriend and I didn't really care for trolling for companionship.

One day a few years ago when I was looking in a mirror I started to wonder who the hell was that old guy looking back at me. Youth is truly wasted on the young. I now have two sons and one godson and the boys seemed to handle themselves pretty well. 

These days I go to bed too damned early and wake up to damned early. I used to  scoff at the old farts who ingested a dozen pills every day. Now I six pills before I have my morning coffee and go out to slay the dragons. Before I go to sleep I take two more and then put on my CPAP. If you don't know what a CPAP is thank God you don't. CPAP stands for Constant Positive Air Pressure which is a torture device that seems to be made popular in the middle ages. You put a mask attached to a hose that is part of a machine over your face. The first time I tried it was about 12 years ago at the VA sleep lab. After about ten minutes I ripped it off of my face. I said to myself I really don't care to live like this. Five, or so, to placate upper management, my wife, I agreed to  take another try at the sleep lab. This time I kept it on all night and in the morning when I was brushing my teeth I noticed that the black rings under my eyes had disappeared. I slid fartherdown the hill to old fogyville. 

If all of this seems to be the muttering of an old fart well here I am. I guess all of this inconvenience beats the alternative.  

UFO & Extraterrestrials

 There is a lot of talk these days of UFOs and extraterrestrials. I would like to mount my soapbox for a few minutes.

I have personally witnessed one and am a believer. This is no shit as we would have said in the Navy. 

About 1973 I lived in Glendora, California about two miles from the foothills. My friend Denny had come over to my house and we, as my dad used to say, Chewed the rag and had a few beers together. Around midnight Denny was going to head to his home in Covina. He was standing at my doorstep facing west and all of a sudden I saw this bright light go by. My condition 3 station off of the coast of Vietnam on the ship was gun director officer. I had tracked many aircraft and had developed a pretty accurate eye as to range, bearing altitude and speed. It was a clear night so my vision wasn't diminished.

By my somewhat expert reckoning I judged this "light" to be less than three miles away and making a speed well over 500 knots. The light had a very distinct round shape. It wasn't leaving any trail of sparks so I was pretty sure it wasn't a meteor. It went straight into hills without making any noise or crashing sounds. The whole thing swept across the sky in less than five seconds and it was gone. The hairs on my arm raised and I asked Denny "Did you see that?" Of course he was standing with his back to it so he asked. See what?

For the next few years I gave a lot of thought about what it was that I actually saw. According to Albert Einstein, and who am I to question him, the speed of light is the absolute  limit of velocity. I happen to know that the speed of light is 186,000 miles per second. That's way faster than my mother driving a VW van. If people were actually able to attain the speed of light and the nearest planet is 40 light years away, give or take, that means that who ever is driving these cosmic hot rods would have to make an eighty year round trip. What kind of intelligent being is going to volunteer for that gig?  So I poo pooed that theory. Still looking, I found a rational explanation in of all places the Sunday comics, Broom Hilda. Some little creature in the comic is strolling along with the Owl. The Owl says "Some people believe that so called extraterrestrials aren't from some far away planet. That they are from Earth but from a different time. 

Time travel is, to me, a lot more acceptable than travel that takes a hundred, or more, years. So there you have it. Out of the mouths of babes, or owls in this case, come the gems of my knowledge.

If you have a better scenario. I'd like to hear your thoughts.