Wednesday, March 29, 2017
I grew up in a fairly mixed community. Mostly though, it was white and hispanic. We had some asians and blacks sprinkled in, but whites and hispanics had the majority. There was this one kid who was a mix of asian and hispanic, so he had a little trouble fitting in. His name was Kendall Chow. Kendall was a very emotional kid. It was rather easy to make him cry, which made him easy prey for the little assholes that we could be. I am not proud of that and I don’t think my then ignorance of sensitive kids is a good excuse. My parents taught me better than that.
He had this monster pompadour that seemed to be the gateway to his feelings. When it was up and groomed, he was doing well. When it fell down into this thick curly cue, he was sad. His hair was so freaking thick too, which made it a natural pompadour that could probably repel water. I don’t think he could wear his hair another way, unless he buzzed it.
One of my all time favorite ways to pick on Kendall was to sing a parody of a Puppy Chow commercial to him. We would substitute the word “puppy” with his name. He really hated it. That being said, I never picked a fight with him or threatened him, but I didn’t defend him when I could have either. I mostly serenaded him with “....feed him Kendal Chow!”
Kendall was genuine and a fairly pleasant person. Aside from occasionally prodding him to make him cry, I actually enjoyed him as a friend. I would often hang out with him after school at his house, because he had more deadly toys than me. We used to shoot his beebee gun all the time. When we ran out of beebees, we would load the gun with cut up nails. Those were fun and destroyed coke cans quite thoroughly. We also would throw darts at each other on his front lawn. That wasn’t too smart. When one of us would get hit with the dart, we would both laugh our asses off. It was just bone headed fun.
When we were in the 6th grade, Kendall got into it with his neighbor Ronnie. Ronnie delivered some blows Kendall’s way, and Kendall, right on cue, cried. However, something was different. Instead of cowering, Kendall pursued Ronnie. Kendall actually got a few punches in. I don’t know which had the greater effect, the punches or the stare down pursuit. Maybe both had an equal effect.
Ronnie kept backing up and looked very scared of Kendall. Nobody was scared of Kendall, but then nobody ever got pursued by Kendall like Ronnie was getting pursued. Ronnie kept on punching and backing up. With waterworks and punches, Kendall kept pursuing. He was like some sort of laser focused pompadoured robot. There was fear in Ronnie’s eyes.
Their scuffle was soon broken up by the teachers and of course they both got in trouble. However, Kendall really gained my and Ronnie’s respect after that fight. Even though his crying was in full blast, he didn’t back down. He focused all of those emotions and gave Ronnie a full serving of Kendall Chow. I never messed with Kendall after that. I am very sure Ronnie didn’t either.
Friday, March 17, 2017
Abadol - He was an old guy. His accent wasn’t thick at all and he seemed to really know his way around San Diego. I assume he immigrated from somewhere in the Middle East. I asked the usual questions that normally open people up, but I just got short friendly responses. I was getting nothing. It was a very quiet ride for about 10 minutes. Then, out of nowhere, he started talking about an eye stigma he was suffering from and that it suddenly disappeared a couple of days ago. He has no idea why it happened and he wants to know why. If he knew, then he could offer his advice to someone else suffering from this annoying affliction. He recently spent $300 on glasses from Costco and now he doesn't need them. He mentioned also that his wife wasn’t really happy that he spent $300 on these glasses. I asked him if he was going to wear those glasses when driving her around. He responded, “Of course!” We both laughed. After that, silence for the remainder of the drive.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
To the Aero Club
Elias - He is a young guy in a relationship with a woman who has a child. At times, he has been struggling a little with playing second fiddle to the child. He knows his place. It’s just that sometimes it can be a tough adjustment for him. I gave him some pointers from my own experience with that. I also mentioned some of the benefits to being second fiddle. I hope the advice helps him.
Back home from the Aero ClubJohn - Massachusetts all the way! He is a big time Pats fan and Celtics fan, so I guess you can say we had our differences. He was very fun to chat with about sports. We both agreed that the NBA finals do not feel right unless the Lakers or the Celtics are in it.
Monday, March 6, 2017
Minh - He’s lived in San Diego since 1995. He is an engineer, whose kids are all in college now, so he enjoys driving people around for fun on his free time. He likes that he can meet different people from all walks of life through Uber. He and his family left Vietnam a short time after his father was released from prison. His father was imprisoned in Vietnam a few years after The Vietnam War ended, because he was a reporter for the Voice of America. Once his father was released, his family took advantage of a US program offering Vietnamese in their predicament asylum in the States. He hasn’t looked back since.
Sunday, March 5, 2017
02/12/2017 - Back from the Aero Club
Damir - He’s from Bosnia, and he holds no animosity towards the Serbians and the Croatians. He doesn’t have time for that type of shit. That’s in the past for him. Damir avoids picking people up from the Old Town train station and Mira Mesa Blvd. The train station has too many places to pick somebody up, which makes it a bit confusing. Mira Mesa Blvd has way too many traffic signals. It takes forever to get down that damn road, and he doesn’t have time for that type of shit. Apparently, he does not have time for a lot of types of shit. Fast and easy is his motto. I like Damir. I had a blast talking with him.
02/12/2017 - To the Aero Club.