Wednesday, September 28, 2016

Cactus Salad

Cactus Salad 

 A super healthy and refreshing Mexican Cactus Salad (Ensalada de Nopales) today for lunch. I made it myself. Great stuff! A smaller portion would make a great start to any meal, Mexican or otherwise.

My Hass Avocados

Hass Avocados
Hass Avocados

I finally harvested my first avocados from my Hass Avocado trees this morning. Not exactly a bumper crop but it's a start. The trees are young. I have them in a brown bag in a cupboard ripening!. I'm seeing guacamole in the near future!

Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Andrew's Visit 2016

It always goes by too fast. My son Andrew was back home for a visit and a vacation, from Wednesday 9/14/2016 to Tuesday 9/21/2016. It was good seeing him again. 

He finally met his brand new nephew Jack (Savannah's son), and had a chance to visit with his grandmother (my mother Anita). As always the best times are around the table, talking, laughing and spending quality time with each other.

We drove him to to the long Beach Airport last night for his flight back to Seattle.. It's always hard to say goodbye and it's never long enough. We miss him already.


Friday, September 02, 2016

The Legend of Tarzan


I finally got around to seeing the Legend of Tarzan today. I should have taken it as an omen, when they accidentally started showing the Jungle Book. It took them a while to square it away. I guess all movie jungle guys look alike.
I couldn't decide if it was a step up over the 1981 movie, “Tarzan of the Apes”, with Bo Derek and Miles O'Keeffe, or a step down. The movie seemed schizophrenic at times. A movie that tries to be all things usually becomes nothing. It was a buddy movie, it was an Indiana Jones movie, it was a Spiderman movie, it was everything but a Tarzan movie. It was more Jungle Jim than Tarzan, and don't even get me started on the Tarzan yell. It was a joke. On the plus side, and there is always plus side, I only paid $3.98 for Jeri and I at the Starplex Theater in La Mirada..
For my money, there is really only one cinematic Tarzan and Jane and that is Johnny Weissmuller and Maureen O' Sullivan. No one comes close.

Johnny Weissmuller and Maureen O' Sullivan

Classic Photo: Andrew De La O and Company

Maravilla-East Los Angeles-1940's
Sometime in the early 1940's: From the left, my father Andrew De La O, my Godfather Randy Fernandez and my father's friend, whose name I cannot recall right now. This was in Maravilla, an East Los Angeles Barrio. I loved listening to him talk about those years. They were good times for him.

Monday, August 29, 2016

My Spot

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It's hardly a "Man Cave", just a small spare bedroom in a small house but it is my own "Fortress of Solitude". This is where I go to catch up on my old Ring magazines or other reading. It's my spot. A man has to have his spot.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Breakfast, a Walk Uptown and "Hands of Stone"


A fantastic morning courtesy of my daughter Meranda De La O. She called us (my wife and I) up early this morning for breakfast at the Greenleaf Cafe in Uptown Whittier ( I had Chile Verde with eggs) followed by a walk through uptown.

As we passed the Whittier Village Theater we saw that "Hands of Stone", the Roberto Duran movie, was showing. She treated us to the movie, which we all loved.

For me it was like a walk back through time. I remember all those moments in Duran's career. It was like a quick walk through the 70's and 80's.

I'm not a movie critic and I did read some not so great reviews for the movie. I only know I enjoyed it and would recommend to anyone that asked about it. Sometimes a movie gets a different reaction from different people. Today it was part of a overall great day.

It had to be difficult to channel Duran's raw intensity. I think actor Edgar Ramirez did a pretty good job. I won't say any more since the movie just came out.

We enjoyed breakfast , the movie and spending the morning with you.. Thank you daughter!


Hands of Stone

Saturday, August 20, 2016

Happy Birthday Mariah!

Mariah and Me

Happy 17th Birthday to one of the great loves of my life, my granddaughter Mariah. A senior in high school, preparing for college, on the softball team, a tough competitor, studies hard and has a big heart for her family and friends, she makes us proud! Love you pass the stars kid!! Nana & Pop Pop

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

A Lesson in Proper Etiquette

Years ago, when I bought my first car, a 1966 Chevy Impala SS, I picked up some of my friends for a night of cruising and partying. It was 1973, I was eighteen years old, and I was ready to conquer the world!
We had just left Mister Ed's Liquor Store on Rosemead Blvd just north of Washington Blvd in Pico Rivera. I took a short cut through an alley. Almost as soon as I turned into the alley a cop pulled up behind me and put on his lights. I stopped the car and waited. A few seconds later another car pulled up directly in front of me with another car behind him. All of us felt unjustly victimized by the cops.
Without thinking I got out of the car. I was angry and I was really going to give the cops a piece of my mind, especially since I felt I was in the right. No sooner did I raise my arm and begin talking, then I was on the ground face first, with two guns at the base of my skull. One of them had their knee on my back. I could feel the sandy grit and other debris against my cheeks. It did not feel good.
Suddenly I was scared. I figured out immediately that I should have kept my dumb ass in the car. I thought to myself “One wrong move and a gun might go off”. That was the only thing on my mind. I kept perfectly still. I was oblivious to everything they were saying to me. A minute or two later they let me up.
Later, after they were done checking me out, the first officer that pulled me over said “Look son, that was a stupid thing you did! Never get out when the police pull you over. We don't know what you're going to do! Next time keep your mouth shut and keep both of your hands on the steering wheel and wait for the officer!” “Yes Sir!” was all I could come up with. My pride and ego were bruised but I was otherwise okay. It was a valuable lesson and one that I never forgot
So what's the moral of the story? At some point, whether you are in the right or in the wrong, we are responsible for taking steps to save our own lives. I have no doubt that had I resisted I would have been shot. Take responsibility for your own life!!