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Friday, August 22, 2008

The Funeral was pretty quick and small, which is nice. The procession to Skylawn Memorial Park on highway 92 was kinda sketchy. 40 miles an hour on 280 is bad, but when your the last car its even worse. To see cars swerve to avoid you, man..

Afterwards we had the usual traditional dindins at the far east cafe, with some tasty foods around 2pm.

We get home and fluffielady rested for a cookie lee party this evening. I on the other hand recieved an email about a fuzzy old man that used to teach me. It said "we're at the synagogue until 7:30pm." hmmz, should i go? Ahh why not, i have nothing else to do.. So i go visit:


Irving Rothstein
Sorry about the weird face, i was instructing Mrs. Rothstein on camera operations..
He's doing good, retired in 2002, he's scribbling a book of sorts. He's always been a storyteller and that tradition continued when i visited his house for a little chat. He wanted to know about my life and i tried mentioning some of the crew but he says he's gone through so many kids that the name is familiar but the face isn't.
He's looking for an artist or illustrator for his book, it's an interesting idea.
Glad to see that fuzzy old man is still tai-chi'ing and active.

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