OLDEST SON BECOMES A CONNOISSEUR OF FINE FOOD
Another memory of our time in Utah was the visit in spring 1987 of my eldest son D1. He was excited to be with us and provided a few comical moments. He was about 16 at this time. We had…
SURFER KID AND RIDE THE WILD TUBE, OGDEN UTAH
We had my second son for a visit to Ogden, Utah in the summer of 1986. On one sunny afternoon, a colleague from work invited us to go boating at nearby Pine View Reservoir. So armed with a picnic lunch,…
HERE WE COME UTAH I HOPE YOU ARE READY FOR THE H…DS
Here we are, late in the fall of the year 1985 with our butts heading to Utah. We escaped the disaster of the big layoffs in San Fransisco, and were now headed for a new adventure in Ogden Utah. I…
NOW LET’S SEE WHAT’S UP ON THE WAY TO UTAH
It was a long drive in from California to Ogden, Utah. I think what I remember most, is the four of us, happy as little clams, jammed into our one year old Ford Mustang. The girls entertained us pretty much…
HOLD IT TURN AROUND I THINK WE FORGOT SOMEONE
Geezus we got halfway to Utah when I realized the we had forgotten our newest arrival behind in California. Oh did I get shit! How could you? Are you serious? And all sorts of nurturing words were rained down on…
HAPPY DAYS ARE HERE AGAIN-SHE’S OFF TO SCHOOL
It finally came time, Deysi’s pride and joy got her butt sent to school. It was a happy time for all except her Mom. She was frantic. She had spent the last 5-1/2 years with her girl 24/7’s 365 days…
SAN FRANSISCO & THE RIDE-SHARE FROM HELL
Another of my earliest memories of life in San Fransisco, was of the commute from across the Bay, through the countryside, into Oakland and then under the Bay Bridge to San Fransisco. From Concord, where we decided to live, it…
PEOPLE SHOULDN’T LIVE WHERE PALM TREES DON’T GROW
The title to this memory comes out of the mouth of a wise old hillbilly that I met on arrival at work in San Fransisco. On hearing where I was from and where I had been born and raised, he…
OK THE FUN IS OVER, BACK HOME AND WHERE TO NEXT
Well we have now had our break between assignments, spent our money, seen everyone in Peru and now its time to go to work. We spend the next 3-4 months in Edmonton, and after waiting for the new assignment to…
THE GREAT BATTLE OF THE ROOF A MEMORY OF PAPI 1984
The following is a fond memory of the family patriarch, fondly called Papi by all who knew him. He was my friend as well as my teacher of all things Peruvian. Oh how he made me laugh. This glimpse of…
