Sept. 3, 2013 — During my favorite interview with Rolling Stone’s guitarist Keith Richard, a journalist asked him why he didn’t join the entourage that included the Beatles, the rest of the Stones, the Beach Boys, Donovan and all the other entertainment royalty who skipped off to study transcendental meditation with Maharishi Mahesh Yogi at his ashram at the foot of the Himalayas in 1968.
I know it’s hard to believe, but somehow, somewhere behind those glazed eyes and nicotine-stained eyebrows a coherent response quickly formed, and Richard simply said with a wrinkled grin, “Hey, I draw the line at maharishis.”
I know how he feels. Over the years I’ve explored many varieties of soothsaying and encountered a number of kooky and not-so-kooky sooths. As a rule I don’t put much faith in future trippers’ predictions.
Sept. 3, 2013 — One of the most meaningful photographs in my life was taken Sept. 4, 1981 at Los Angeles International Airport. My parents boast grins almost stretching off their faces and me, at 8-months old, appear nothing but content to be sandwiched between their big hug.
I’m not sure at what point the picture was framed, high school maybe, but I took that photograph with me to college where it graced several dorm rooms and then it had a spot in several Southern California apartments. It served as a conversation starter with numerous roommates because of the significance that day held for my parents and me.
Aug. 27, 2013 — Every year the first Monday of September we celebrate Labor Day — the last big three-day weekend of the summer.
While the holiday may have started more than 100 years ago as a creation of the labor movement and unions to honor the contributions of American workers to the America, it has become the last long weekend for family fun before many schools start, the days get shorter and we all settle in for another fall and the arrival of winter.
We no longer celebrate Labor Day with local parades and speeches by local politicians and dignitaries, preferring to spend the weekend with family and friends out in nature.
Aug. 27, 2013 — During the August meteor showers my husband, Terry, and I drove to the Swain Mountain Snowmobile Park and set up comfortable camp chairs so we could lean back and view the night sky. The show was better than fireworks. We could not suppress our excitement each time we caught the brilliant streak of a “shooting star.”
The middle of the forest is perhaps the best place to view a meteor shower, but driving up the mountain late in the evening was a choice. There is that tendency not to make the effort because the next day you will be short of sleep, or it is too cold, or the night sky might disappoint, etc.
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