This morning (8/5/25), I did what I should do much more often. I told some of those closest to me that I love them, specifically Jon Barnes, Yanin Ontiveros and Mary Ellen Schesser.
Dick Kazan’s Journal
A Sacred Space Of Introspection. A Diary Of Life Observations.
Sunday, October 5, 2025
Saturday, August 16, 2025
Montana Visit, August 2 to August 4, 2025
As we do each year, Anne and I flew to Montana, to greet our son Kevin and his wife Melody, and their two sons, Brody who turned 20 and Gannon, 17.
But this time we also met Brody's live-in lady friend Hannah, who is pregnant with their baby Norman, due in October.
As always, we stayed at The Lodge at Whitefish Lake. We were greeted by Kevin and Melody at the airport, who after we checked in at The Lodge, drove us to their beautiful Eureka home, far up in the mountains.
Friday, August 8, 2025
Hawaiian Family Vacation, June 24 - June 29, 2025
This vacation of a lifetime, was largely paid for (airlines, hotel, food and transportation) by our eldest son Kyle and his wife Diane. Their two sons joined us.
And our other two sons, their wives and children, also joined us, a total of 14 people.
The purpose was to celebrate Anne's and my 60th wedding anniversary (June 26, 1965) and to spend time together as a family.
Tuesday, May 13, 2025
At Age 80, Looking Back
Thursday, May 8, 2025
Possible Prostate Cancer
Last week I had a blood draw and yesterday, I learned my PSA is 4.73, well above my safe level range of 3.0 where I have been for many years.
Sunday, November 3, 2024
A Very Special Halloween [2024]
Anne and I live in an older area, in which there are no street lights or sidewalks, and at Halloween, we typically have only a few trick-or-treaters.
This year, for a strange reason I cannot explain, I walked into a supermarket and bought a gigantic bag of candy, later asking myself, "What was I thinking? There are only going to be a few kids."
But that night, when the bell rang and I opened the door, there were so many trick-or-treaters and their parents, that they filled my porch, my front patio and much of the driveway.
Tuesday, June 4, 2024
The Most Beautiful Orange
This morning as I was greeting people at a busy Palos Verdes intersection, a 50ish black haired, dark eyed, olive skinned Latino man stopped his truck in a lane across the traffic from me.
He stared at me, and then without speaking a word, he reached out the full length of his arm holding in his hand a beautiful orange.