Wednesday, May 24, 2017

Luck is Luck is Luck

"Hey, Bob. Look at that tiny rainbow. It's just on that one cloud. I've never seen one like that before."

"Whoa. I'm taking a picture. Do you think a tiny rainbow only gives a tiny bit of luck?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't think it matters if it's big or small or medium - the good luck is all the same."

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Tuesday Night Practice

"Coach? Who's your favorite team besides the Dodgers?"

"The Dodgers. You can't have two girlfriends, Bob."

Monday, May 22, 2017

On Monday

There are those days when the only next right thing you can think of to do is to go somewhere serene and beautiful. Some days you have to go inward to try to create that spot in your mind. Some days you actually get to go that spot in the outside world.

Saturday, May 20, 2017

U2 at the Rosebowl

"Mom? I know my first concert was dad's band playing, right? But this one tonight kind of counts as my first concert too because I wasn't old enough to remember then."


"Have you ever sat in one of those special box things up at the top of the stadium?"


"Was it really good?"

"It was nice, but I was so far away from the action up there, it almost felt like I was watching it on TV. The music is only part of a concert. The rest is being a part of a group of people who are sharing an experience."

"Oh, yeah. I totally get that. That's really important. But do they have couches and snacks up there?"

Friday, May 19, 2017

Thursday, May 18, 2017

When I'm a Passenger

Photo Ashrafal Arefin

When my mom still lived up north, she would take the train down here to visit. She would invariably step out of the station with scraps of paper in her purse with the emails of the new people she'd met that day. She's got a gift for making fast friends.

I've read that most people using Uber or Lyft sit in the backseat, as one does in a cab. Three out of four times when I'm using a ride service, I will ask to sit in the front. I get into conversations with drivers. On longer rides, like to and from the airport, I usually walk-away with the life story of the person behind the wheel. Like mother, like daughter.

Last week, I met three interesting drivers. There was Robert, a truck-driver from Lakewood who'd been laid off at the beginning of the year. I heard about his wife, who was originally from the Philippines, and their struggle to have children. I heard how his in-laws have never forgiven their daughter for marrying a caucasian and about his childhood growing up in Santa Fe Springs.

Miguel is originally from El Salvador and is the lone accountant in a family of physicians. He had hopes that his college-age daughter would follow in his footsteps but she announced that she was going pre-med. He tried to pretend he was disappointed. He absolutely wasn't.

James is moving to Atlanta in two weeks with his daughter. Neither of them have ever been there but they are going to be close to James' son who was just drafted to the Falcons. His daughter lost her mother two years ago and he was not looking forward to the next day, Mother's Day, because of how upset his daughter would be, missing her mom. We talked about grief. I shared some of my experience. We hugged when he dropped me off.

All these beautiful stories and fascinating people. Why would anyone ever want to sit in the backseat and miss all that?