It was a pretty quiet Christmas this year. We had an interesting sermon at church, with the priest blasting mankind about the wars and disease and poverty, infidelity and other things, but it was all made up with the choir as there was an ambitious little guy (or girl) who was absolutely singing her (or his) heart out. It was really touching he was putting all his effort into it.
We had dinner at mom's and just kicked back, watching football, plus we watched It's a Wonderful Life, a movie I hadn't watched in 20+ years. I can't believe how good movies were made back then. The dance scene on the pool cover was crazy, and the actresses back then were so beautiful, the story line was so pure. kind of makes you wish that movies were made with such good story lines again.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Wendy J Hyland
So today started off with me waking up from a dream starring none other than Wendy J. Hyland. It started off with her house for sale and she and her mother were actually not the owners anymore but were looking at the house from a buyer's perspective. I was there just to see the place as I had remembered it way back in the day. I gave her a big hug because I hadn't seen her in a long time. Her mother was talking about how we were back then in junior high and high school. Her brother Billy drove up in her dad's 69 Corvette Sting Ray, but it didn't have the custom burnt orange paint that her dad had sprayed on it but a dark blue.
It was like a mini reunion.
Wendy and I didn't talk too much but we did a lot of hugging and her hugs were really warm. Her body was warm, not stiff, but really warm and inviting.
Strange eh? I haven't seen her since 1988. I had a huge crush on her throughout high school, but I was spending too much time making all the wrong decisions with all the wrong "friends." I was making other "lifestyle" choices that I was really ashamed of some of the things I did that I would just avoid talking with her for months at a time.
She went to FVHS, I was at OVHS, so that made things well, what they were. I always would do something and say to myself, "Would Wendy approve of this?" or "What would she think about that." It was like that so much throughout my high school life because I would continue to do "those" things that, in my mind, I thought she wouldn't approve of. The thing is, I really had no clue what she would think. I just never really thought I was good enough for her, so I tended to stay away and not call her.
Anyway, after our junior year, we pretty much faded away but that first love still lingered, even through my senior year, and even up until 1988, the last time we went out. Today I hear that she has four children already, though she was not married the last time I spoke with her back around 2001 or so. She had a white German Shepherd and was living in Trabuco Canyon. I always wonder how she is doing, and it seems that we talk every five years or so and catch up, but we haven't talked since, well five years ago, or so.
It was like a mini reunion.
Wendy and I didn't talk too much but we did a lot of hugging and her hugs were really warm. Her body was warm, not stiff, but really warm and inviting.
Strange eh? I haven't seen her since 1988. I had a huge crush on her throughout high school, but I was spending too much time making all the wrong decisions with all the wrong "friends." I was making other "lifestyle" choices that I was really ashamed of some of the things I did that I would just avoid talking with her for months at a time.
She went to FVHS, I was at OVHS, so that made things well, what they were. I always would do something and say to myself, "Would Wendy approve of this?" or "What would she think about that." It was like that so much throughout my high school life because I would continue to do "those" things that, in my mind, I thought she wouldn't approve of. The thing is, I really had no clue what she would think. I just never really thought I was good enough for her, so I tended to stay away and not call her.
Anyway, after our junior year, we pretty much faded away but that first love still lingered, even through my senior year, and even up until 1988, the last time we went out. Today I hear that she has four children already, though she was not married the last time I spoke with her back around 2001 or so. She had a white German Shepherd and was living in Trabuco Canyon. I always wonder how she is doing, and it seems that we talk every five years or so and catch up, but we haven't talked since, well five years ago, or so.
Thursday, December 07, 2006
James Kim RIP
A man whom I never met died this past week trying to save his family who was stranded on an isolated road in Oregon. I never knew James Kim, but there were a few things in common between James and myself. We both have children of our own and he was a technology editor reviewing consumer gadgets, like myself. The story is James and his wife and two young daughters were driving home from a Thanksgiving holiday in Oregon when they took a wrong turn and ended up lost, and then snowed in, on a logging road in Oregon's forest country. For nine days they survived in their car, first running the car at night to keep the heater on, then burning their tires when the car ran out of gas. He set out on foot by himself to try and find help on a Saturday morning, but perished sometime between Saturday and Wednesday. His family was rescued on Monday. The thing is him going out to look for help is what helped his wife and two daughters get rescued. A helicopter hired by his family spotted his foot prints in the snow, and his footprints led to his car, where his family was located.
As a father, I would have done the same thing with no hesitation. He made the ultimate sacrifice and it is really sad that he died. It has been on my mind since I heard the story of the family's disappearance. Sadly, he died less than a mile from a fishing lodge that was stacked with food to last for months. Hopefully, the state will erect road blocks on those logging roads that aren't plowed during the winter.
As a father, I would have done the same thing with no hesitation. He made the ultimate sacrifice and it is really sad that he died. It has been on my mind since I heard the story of the family's disappearance. Sadly, he died less than a mile from a fishing lodge that was stacked with food to last for months. Hopefully, the state will erect road blocks on those logging roads that aren't plowed during the winter.
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