November 29, 2013
barber shop, Caldwell Barber Shop, evolved, Gay rights, HRC equality logo, LGBT, marriage equality, obama
Today I stopped in at my regular barber shop for what I call my “5 minute slash-and-burn”.* I parked across from the shop** and as I walked up to go in, two of the lady barbers*** were taking a break, sitting on the curb out front. We said hello as I passed.
I went inside and sat down with the other waiting customers, many of us fiddling with our phones to pass the time.****
The ladies finished their break, and came in, and I was called up by one of them. After the introductory pleasantries, and telling her how I wanted my hair(s) cut, something new happened. She asked what my bumper stickers meant.
Apparently they sat outside during their break and discussed what they might be about. They were not familiar with the HRC equality symbol, and were a bit confused what the “Obama Evolved” indicated. Internally, I almost groaned, and thought this might not go well.
November 5, 2013
golf, linwood golf course, terry ommen, visalia, Visalia history
There’s a great website by Visalia historian Terry Ommen, Historic Happenings, that chronicles the history of Visalia. This month’s post had a question about the location of the Linwood Golf Course.
The image above is where I believe the course was located. South of School Street, between Linwood and Crenshaw. The course, if I recall, was a small 9 hole affair, and stretched down to the edge of Mill Creek on the south. (I don’t recall if the creek traversed the course, or simply skirted it.) The area is now condominiums and single family homes.
I played one “round” there when I was in the 5th or 6th grade (circa 1968). A buddy who lived in the area invited me to go with him and “play” a round. We did, but I don’t remember our scores, or if we even bothered to keep track. We had brought a set of clubs, they were Lenny’s or his father’s I suppose, and we hacked our way around the course.
It was a fun afternoon, but I would not touch another golf club until the mid-80’s, when the boss invited the “managerial” staff to a round out at the course east of Mooney’s Grove. (the name escapes me, and it is no longer open) That round was such a spectacular mess, with a long hole (on the back nine? South side of the course. If you’re a local golfer, you probably know it.) teaching me that I have no business on a golf course, ever. I haven’t tried the game since.
I understand golf was invented in Scotland. I think they did it just to torture the rest of the world.