In this Journal, I will attempt to strip away my protective veneer to view and communicate honestly what the truth is as I perceive it. My intent is to grow, for without an honest evaluation of the truth, how else can one fully absorb life's more difficult lessons and benefit by them. If I do this in secret, then I am still hiding behind a protective veneer, so it is being published online. If you find this Journal, you are welcome to read it and hopefully grow from it as well. If you like, you can also share some of your own lessons in life.

Wednesday, October 25, 2017

Grandpa Isn't Cool Anymore

Sunday afternoon on October 15, 2017 was sunny and warm and I called my 12-year-old grandson to join me in a top-down convertible ride along the ocean.

His mother Maria said he'd love to go, but when she came back on the line, she said he said he had some homework to do.

This is the first time I can recall Cameron ever turning down an activity with me, and in this case, one we could have done for just an hour if need be.

I thanked Maria, and hung up. But I thought about some of the many things Cameron and I had done together over the years.

Sunday, August 27, 2017

I'm Not Anti-Anything

Today, many people are anti this group or that cause, and they rally against what they oppose, sometimes violently.

I've been a peace activist, but I'm not anti-war, I'm pro-peace, because when people are anti, they offer nothing constructive to build upon.

Gandhi wasn't anti-British, he was pro-Indian independence. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. (MLK) wasn't anti-racism, he was pro-equal rights.

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Kyle & Family Vacation, 8/1/17 - 8/21/17

Kyle and Diane, and their sons Keoni (age 17) and Ikaika (age 4) went to Sicily, Croatia and Greece. The following three-part series written by Kyle is a funny summation of the trip:

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Ikaika

Last Saturday our 4-year-old grandson Ikaika was in Bishop, California, hundreds of miles away, with his mother and brother.

Meanwhile, our son Kyle coached his opening game in a basketball league for 4-year-olds, of which Ikaika is a team member. (The team is called, "The Incredibles")

When Ikaika returned, he apologized to his dad for missing the game, and added, "I have to practice so we can win our next game." (He didn't know no score is kept)

We admire this little guy's determination and positive attitude.

7/17/17: Last Saturday Ikaika made his debut. He was the one child who could dribble the ball across the court, while keeping control of the ball, and he scored each shot he took. When the game ended, he got his post-game refreshments, and then he stayed on the court so he could practice more.

8/3/17: Last Saturday, to challenge himself, Ikaika started taking and hitting shots from the outside, as did one child on the other team. It was clear that both children are ready to move-up to the 5 and 6-year-old level. But Ikaika enjoys playing basketball at the 4-year-old level with his buddies from pre-school.

8/26/17: Ikaika and the other kids on both teams had a wonderful season ending game in which a good time was had by all. Anne and I were pleased to have been there to cheer for the children throughout the season. 😀

With Love To All ~ Dick

Tuesday, June 20, 2017

Ikaika, On Father's Day

4-year-old Ikaika, one of Anne's and my grandchildren, on Father's Day told our son Kyle, "I have another gift for you dad." When Kyle asked what the gift is, Ikaika replied, "You get to play baseball with me." It turned out he wanted Kyle to pitch to him, which Kyle happily did.

With Love To All ~ Dick

Tuesday, June 13, 2017

Ikaika, "More Betterer"

Regarding basketball, last Saturday, our 4-year-old grandson Ikaika said, "Dad, I'm more betterer than you." Kyle thought to himself that at age 50, his game isn't what it was 30-years-ago when he played for USC, but apparently now it is not as good as Ikaika's game.

With Love To All ~ Dick

Thursday, May 25, 2017

A Brief Essay From 9-Year-Old Carina

Anne's and my granddaughter Carina recently wrote this interesting essay for her class, entitled "Tiny Houses:"





With Love To All ~ Dick