Inside the Life of a Kid

A few weeks ago I was wondering around a mall on an island. As I entered, I noticed a woman walking along with the corner of her cell phone put to her temple. She had a kid who somehow tagged along. It isn't unusual to see people starring at cell phones in public places. It is more noticeable these days to see someone who isn't. I wondered what she was listening too. I even thought that she was a mom with a kid trying to run a business. Could it be? I made my way past her and picked up some groceries, all without a single glance at a phone. Then I headed to KFC for lunch and as I sat eating, she appeared once again. Her right arm was angled up, her elbow pointing to the floor and her hand was exactly horizontal, and on top of it sat her phone. This was a bit weird to me in and of itself, but then i saw her place her phone on the table before she went to the counter to order. She walked to the counter with her elbow pointing to the floor and her forearm up, palm horizontal - no...

I WISH THERE WERE DRIVE-INS IN SAN JUAN CAPISTRANO This is written by a kid who was born in Hawthorne, California, who had a few adventures there before moving to San Juan Capistrano, California and having adventures starting from the first day in the first home that his parents bought for 27,000 dollars. Today there would be an extra zero and two at times. As this post is the first of a zillion on the secret kid life of a kid, I will not start exactly at the beginning but at a story chosen almost randomly. This guy and I, we used to sneak into the drive-in theater that was there in those times. We crawled through a back fence and lay on sleeping bags and watched a movie for free. In those days a kid couldn't download one. We had things that were more fun to do.      A bit behind the drive-in was a Kentucky Fried Chicken - in those days the acronym disease had not yet bitten. It was just what it was - Kentucky Fried Chicken. San Juan Capistrano was a benighn, ...