WWII  Los Angeles, Hollywood
Pershing Square — Clifton's
 Traveling LA's Old Subway
 Singing in Carmen
 Seductive Divorcee
 Chet Huntley (before TV)
 First Date — First Kiss?
 Love at First Sight
 Blind Date Heartache
 New Thing Called Television
 1st Stereo Radio Broadcast
 Mom Wanted Me to Smoke
 Dropping Out of Hollywood High
 She Had to Sharpen my Pencil
 Hollywood Athletic Club
 Bert Goodrich Gym, Mr America
 Ken Murray's Blackouts
       with Marie Wilson

Fort Ord — Fort Belvoir — Korea
Flying with MATS
 Dance Studio Temptress
 Cross-Country Hitchhiking
 No Time for Sergeants
 Havana — Kissed by Celia Cruz
 Buddy to Start his own Church
 Korea — I Turned a POW Loose

Late 20th Cent. Calif. Memories
1st Job & All Those Pretty Girls
 Starlight Ballroom Mystery
 Rollercoaster Romance
 Flirtatious Chicana
 Fired, Rehired, then Quit
 Puerto Rico

Fallbrook
My 1st PC, Radio Shack TRS80
 1991 — Started a PC Club
 Eye-Opening 5-Year-Old
 Flying Lessons & Valium
 Teaching at Fallbrook High
 Grandson Found Loaded Gun

Costa Mesa
Cycling in Fairview Park
 More About the Park
 Finding Old Friends Online
       after 50+ Years

Strange Cyber Stuff
Getting Kicked Off AOL
 Broke my Clavicle at the PC
 Secret Online Sweetheart
 Surprise Invitation from
       a Married Woman

Assorted Fun Stuff
Vintage Jokes
 Don's Vintage Cartoons
 Shaved Legs

Fantasies
I Like the Girls Who Do
 Sharing a Springtime Shower

Silly Stuff
I Like to Look at Pictures
 It Was Midnight on the Ocean
 Control
 Limericks

When I was in Korea, my best friend and tent-mate was Willie Canada. I guess the thing I liked best about Willie was his rare ability to be funny without trying to be. He would say something in all seriousness and have me rolling on the floor — well, on the dirt floor of the pup tent we shared.

Anyway, Willie hated to work. He once told me, "When I get out of this army I ain't never gonna work again!"

"How will you manage that?" I asked. "We'll all have to work at some kind of a job when we get out."

"Not me," he said. "No, sir! No Way! When I get out I'm gonna relax and take life easy."

"So how will you get money to live on?" I persevered.

"Oh, I got that all figured out," he said with a broad smile. "Ya see — while I'm in the army, I'm gonna save all my money. And when I get out I'm gonna use that money to buy a truck. Then I'm gonna rent that truck to my brother. He likes to work."

Then there was the time I ran across Willie digging a hole not too far from our tent. He did not look happy.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"Diggin' a sump hole," he said with a thoroughly disgusted look on his face.

"So how did you happen to be picked for this job?" I asked, truly puzzled, because Willie had a real talent for avoiding work details of any kind.

"Well," he said, "I was just standin' here talkin' to a sergeant and a corporal. We weren't doin' nothin' special — you know — just shootin' the breeze.

All of a sudden this lieutenant walks up and says, "Sergeant — we need a sump hole dug right here. Take care of it!"

"Yes, sir!" the sergeant said, and turned around and looked at the other guy. "Corporal," he says, "we need a sump hole dug right here. Take care of it!"

"Aye, aye," the corporal says, as he turns around and looks at me. "Private Canada, we need a sump hole dug right here. Take care of it!"

"Me? I turn around and look at the shovel — and start diggin'." L

J   Then there was the time Willie came bounding into our tent, all out of breath and bubbling over with enthusiasm.

"I got it!" he said. "I know what I'm gonna do when I get out of the army!"

"I know," I replied. "You told me about the truck and your brother."

"No, no," he said, "this is better — way better! I'm gonna start a church!"

"Excuse me?" I said.

"Yeah — really! I was just talkin' with some guys who said that back home they give ten percent of their wages to somethin' called a tithe at the church they go to. Can you imagine? Ten percent!"

"Think about it! If I had a church that only ten people came to, I'd be making as much as they do, at ten percent each! And, shucks, I wouldn't charge no ten percent! I could get by on, say, seven, easy. And if I had enough people comin' I could drop it to five percent! Man! I can't wait to get started!"

And Willie was totally serious. In fact, I've often wondered how things are going at his church.