I'm a longtime fan of American musical theater.
Daily Pilot columnist Patrice Apodaca recently wrote a fascinating column on memory.
Fifty years ago this month I joined Uncle Sam's Army.
"Jimmy, don't swing on that gate!"
It was one of the most meaningful experiences of my youth.
It was the first football game with the words "Super Bowl" emblazoned on the cover of its printed program.
It's my birthday this week, and I intend to ignore it.
I took my first — and I'm pretty sure last — "selfie" in the summer of 1964.
Newport-Mesa has lost a bellwether and an icon.
I don't suppose one can expect Stars and Stripes forever.
Christmas is about the babe in the manger.
I sat with my 7-year-old granddaughter, Eva, the other day as she wrote her 2013 Christmas letter to Santa.
Will student housing be introduced at Orange Coast College in the not-too-distant future?
I have an Irish friend who considers Thanksgiving to be the best of America's holidays.
It was one of the most shocking and appalling historical events of my lifetime.
I've noticed lately that my 8-month-old grandson has been acquiring a lode of new physical skills.
"I can't tell you Aussies and Kiwis apart," I once confessed to a New Zealander.
Most of the characters he portrayed died screaming.
My wife, Hedy, enjoys spending time on the East Coast.
It seems inconceivable that he's been gone four decades.
I sat in Starbucks a couple of Wednesdays ago quaffing my usual caramel latte, reading the morning newspaper and soaking up a friendly vibe.
I'm a collector of college and university sweatshirts.
My heart goes out to one of my all-time favorite singers, Linda Ronstadt.
Orange Coast College's football team captured the National Junior College Championship 50 years ago this season.
It was an assignment for my acting fundamentals class my freshman year in college.
What if you could do life over? Would you change anything?
I sometimes need to be reminded to be grateful for things I take for granted.
Eighteen months ago my wife bought me a Kindle e-reader for my birthday.
Last week this space acknowledged the 20th anniversary of Orange Coast College's 1993 summer musical production, Rodgers and Hammerstein's...
Twenty summers ago Orange Coast College reopened its remodeled Robert B. Moore Theatre with a rousing production of the beloved Broadway...
It's become my mania.
Granddaughters can be unnerving.
It was June of 1965, the beginning of monsoon season on the Korean peninsula.
I patiently awaited the end of the world.
We eight sat around a table last week on the shores of a lovely lake enjoying a picnic lunch.
For my birthday this year my daughter Jenn gave me one of those photo books you create online.
I'm not normally a prescient sort of fellow.
I've had the good fortune to visit many of America's most cherished memorial parks.
Ever used a phony accent to fool somebody?
"I always thought that I'd see you again."
It's what grandfathers do.
I'm going to miss the Park Avenue Bridge.
Tragedy knows no bounds in this broken world of ours.
It was as lame a salutation as I've ever penned.
I'm no sailor.
It was an incandescent moment of enlightenment.
I remember it as though it happened yesterday. For me, it's a moment frozen in time.
I was led quite by accident last week to peruse a pair of highly absorbing memoirs.