April 2011

March 2011

June 2010

  • Journalists need a professional organization similar to the bar for attorneys, only tougher and more transparent. Journalists would pay to belong to this voluntary pressbar, adhere to clearly defined and marketed ethical standards, pass a rigorous admission test and do continuing education in order to stay in this voluntary, accredited association. Reporters would get special tax breaks and be able to display the symbol by their name. Most of all, the professional must BE GIVEN THE POWER to choose news that matters, not choose news for immediate titillation of the Yahoo top 10 engine.

January 2010

July 2009

  • July 7: I have been struggling with the whole idea of a blog. What is it, legally and morally? (Wedding photos)

June 2009

  • Final view of the road (beautiful photo!)
  • June 26: Mountain View photos
  • June 24: Aunt Maje is so fabulous and she and Mom are in such great shape. Her house is perfect as always.
  • June 22, Take me out to the ball game: Leaving the Kansas City Royals stadium early because of the 102-degree heat, Mom and I were walking with two Kansas City fans. "That one moment was worth the price of admission," one guy said to the other.
  • Mystery of the Mysterious Mister Williams: By day, he is Mr. Williams and she is Mrs. Williams, the substitute teachers known to all the students of the Alamogordo Public schools.
  • Scotty speaks out! "It is just this sort of reporting that drove me out of journalism, that and the need for food and shelter."
  • June 21: We had turned off the freeway at that point and had stopped in Emporia, Kansas to visit the home of William Allen White, the eccentric politician-journalist who turned the Emporia Gazette into one of the nation's best papers...The emergency warning system was activated and the local newsman was reporting on the touchdown of a tornado somewhere in the area...
  • June 21: Mom had a Damascus Road Conversion in Texas, and has been a no beef or pork vegetarian now for 24 hours.
  • More road pictures, so many miles of empty horizons
  • June 19: Our cross-country trip, made almost entirely on small highways, (not the Interstates) has been a wonderfully lonely trip back in time...Mom first made the Route 66 trip in 1942, with her high school friends.
  • June 18: A shrine to Bugsy Siegel among the flamingos and swans...
  • June 16-18: We never played any slots until the last day when we each took $5 at a tiny casino with a terrific and cheap breakfast. I won $5 on $1 at blackjack, then quit. Mom lost $3 and then won it back and quit.
  • June 14: Mom wanted to start our trip at The Broiler in Willits, located in a pasture with no advertising anywhere, but packed to the rafters. She ordered the petite steak, which wasn't. A petite bald white guy did try to sell us drugs on Highway 20 in Marysville, managing to succeed with the car in front. I thought of taking a photo, but then remembered drug dealers are required by law to be armed at all times in Yuba County.