Homecoming

October 20th, 2014

Wearing sport jackets and ties, my friend and I stepped out of his father’s white Cadillac. Our dates wore dresses and sweet perfume. The Italian restaurant on Halsted Street bustled with crowded tables on Saturday evening. I would have preferred a booth. The hostess led us to our table in the...

Rooftop Photo Series

October 10th, 2014

Over the years at the Los Angeles Catholic Worker I have snapped a handful of photos that contain a bit of the view. The LACW house of hospitality sits atop one of the highest hills in Los Angeles, providing a view of Boyle Heights from the back steps, a look...

Smarty Sis

October 3rd, 2014

My first job was working at the White Hen Pantry down Thatcher Avenue, stuffing together early edition Sunday Chicago Tribune newspapers for ten dollars and sweeping the parking lot for five every Saturday afternoon. As I folded together all the different sections of the Sunday newspaper in my lap, I sat on...

Working in Paris

September 29th, 2014

I only had $3,000 so that meant I could stick out three weeks in Paris, maybe. Three is a biblical number, a spiritual number, and besides, I only had $3,000. When the money was finished, I was headed back to Los Angeles to look for a job, any job I...

Untitled

September 23rd, 2014

The following story my dad wrote. We found it in his desk after he died in 2004. It is peaceful walking home this still and snowy evening, after a long day downtown. My house lights blink reassuringly in the distance. But who is that small, familiar shadow darting among the trees...

 

Homecoming

Wearing sport jackets and ties, my friend and I stepped out of his father’s white Cadillac. Our dates wore dresses and sweet perfume. The Italian restaurant on Halsted Street bustled with crowded tables on Saturday evening. I would have preferred a booth. The hostess led us to our table in the...

Freshmen Sweat First Day of Class

A freshman’s first day of high school can be extremely stressful. Bum directions from seniors. Uncooperative combination locks. An instant crush on a pretty girl or good-looking guy. So it was Thursday at Sandburg High School in Palos Township, the start of four quick years for 840 teenagers. “It’s not...

Rooftop Photo Series

Over the years at the Los Angeles Catholic Worker I have snapped a handful of photos that contain a bit of the view. The LACW house of hospitality sits atop one of the highest hills in Los Angeles, providing a view of Boyle Heights from the back steps, a look...

T-ball Ump

Those two T-ball fields next to the White Hen was where I excelled, whether I was playing second base, shortstop or pitcher, batting leadoff or second or third in the lineup, stealing bases, crying when I got thrown out, and pretending not to be nervous in championship games. After little...

Smarty Sis

My first job was working at the White Hen Pantry down Thatcher Avenue, stuffing together early edition Sunday Chicago Tribune newspapers for ten dollars and sweeping the parking lot for five every Saturday afternoon. As I folded together all the different sections of the Sunday newspaper in my lap, I sat on...

Working in Paris

I only had $3,000 so that meant I could stick out three weeks in Paris, maybe. Three is a biblical number, a spiritual number, and besides, I only had $3,000. When the money was finished, I was headed back to Los Angeles to look for a job, any job I...

Baseball Tryout

By 25, puberty had finally done its job on me. I was certainly a late bloomer. And it was a big deal because I considered myself coordinated. I enjoyed playing sports and being one of the finest players around until puberty made other kids bigger and better all of a...

Untitled

The following story my dad wrote. We found it in his desk after he died in 2004. It is peaceful walking home this still and snowy evening, after a long day downtown. My house lights blink reassuringly in the distance. But who is that small, familiar shadow darting among the trees...

Checking Out

The hippies cared for more than 20 terminally ill patients during the 90s. In a way, hospice care was easier than simply having homeless guests float in and out. As a member of the community, your objective was to take care of a particular terminally ill person and get him...

The Lemon Meringue Pie Contest

My dad used to make lemon meringue pies a little too tart. And when you’re 13, a little tart is awful tart. He complained about the grocery store’s lemon meringue pies and the pies my mom made occasionally. “Too sweet.” So Dad decided to make one to illustrate all how...

 
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