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Mountain Views-News Saturday, March 16, 2024
RICH JOHNSON
NOW THAT’S RICH
STUART TOLCHIN
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PUT THE LIGHTS ON
STRESS
Really, life isn’t easy especially if you’re me.
It’s tough for everybody but as one gets older,
I think it gets tougher because there are not
the usual distractions of work, and the other
distractions are all a part of a busy life. I have
become very dissatisfied with myself, noticing
that I rely on my wife to do everything. Not
exactly everything—I still manage to dress
myself but with difficulty. The arm holes of shirts and sweaters
are never in the right place or the whole shirt is backwards.
Zipping up Jackets and vests has become almost impossible. I
just can’t seem to get the little prongs at the bottom to stay in
the right holes and the zipper comes apart.
I live in the lower Sierra Madre Canyon, an idyllic place with
beautiful mountain views in every direction. However, the
roads are very narrow and curvy, and one can never see what
is around the next curve. Additionally, there has been the
arrival of huge delivery trucks and maintenance trucks that are
often too huge to make the turns and stay stranded while their
drivers wonder what to do.
I understand that the maintenance trucks are necessary
today probably related to problems caused by the weather
conditions; and I also understand that the huge delivery trucks
became necessary especially during the period of the Covid
confinement and I also understand the convenience made
available to the residents who now need not venture to Whole
Foods or Ralphs but driving has become very hazardous and
actually dangerous. Frequently the delivery truck drivers are
unfamiliar with the area and really do not know where they are
going and, at times, must ask for help. I wish that the presence
of these trucks was prohibited except for certain times during
the day or evening or something.
I need to add that my overall stress is compounded by the
overall situation within the country. Seriously what is going to
happen to the country? The aged Biden and Trump are the now
set as the Presidential candidates later this year. We all know
that they both face the problems of ageing. These are problems I
understand as my eightieth Birthday approaches, and I struggle
to produce a lucid article. Of course, Biden is weakened,
notwithstanding his forceful and energetic performance
during his State of the Union Address and Kamela’s bouncing
up and down behind him seemed to me comical and not very
Presidential; but at least she is a known quantity.
It is very troubling, to say the least, that I have read or
heard nothing about potential Republican Vice-Presidential
candidates. Certainly, this is an important choice as should
Mr. Trump (perish the thought) actually be elected, and should
it become obvious that in the actual wording of the 25th
Amendment to the United States Constitution Section 4 which
addresses the case of a president who is unable to to discharge
the powers and duties of the Presidency but cannot or or does
not, execute a voluntary declaration on the initiative of the vice
president together with a majority of the president’s cabinet the
vice president becomes the acting president.
I have no sense of who this person might be, but it will be a
person chosen by Trump who, one can be sure, will never admit
to being unfit. Remember also, just as a part of the whole picture,
that on January 6, 2021, for the moment, still as President,
seemed to advocate the lynching of his Vice- President Mike
Pence. (It all seems like a bad dream, doesn’t it.) The chaos that
we might all soon be facing seems unimaginable. I, like many
retired people, am completely dependent upon the Federal
Government to receive my monthly Social Security payment.
The entire population and the nation are accustomed to living
within a nation that works. The electricity works and water
comes out of the faucets and the Country keeps running and
wages are paid et cetera, you know what I mean. In a time of
overall chaos who knows what will be happening and no one
seems willing to even consider that possible, but not altogether
improper eventuality,
Put it all together, my little personal problems together with the
potential future calamities facing everyone it is understandable
why I am STRESSED.
HAVE A GOOD WEEK!
TONGUE TWISTERS AND TANGLERS
When was the last time you read a scholarly work regarding tongue
twisters? Truth be told I am probably incapable of producing a
scholarly work on any subject. But a non scholarly work on tongue
twisters seems right up my alley. Throwing caution to the wind, here is my column
In 1878 writer J.W. Shoemaker, wrote and published a book entitled “Practical
Elocution”
In this scholarly work, Shoemaker suggests tongue twisters have a therapeutic value as
“Diction exercises”. Me, I just think they are fun and potentially embarrassing. Let’s
dive in shall we?
The oldest and most well-known tongue twister?
“Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. Did Peter Piper pick a peck of pickled
peppers? If Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers, where’s the peck of pickled
peppers Peter Piper picked?”
The Guiness Book of World Records reports the following as the most difficult tongue
twister in the English language:
“The sixth sick sheikh’s sixth sheep’s sick.”
MIT Speech communication scientist Stefanie Shattuck-Hufnagel says not so to
Guiness. MIT’s submission, according to Dr. Shattuck-Hufnagel, is harder. You be the
judge.
“Pad kid poured curd pulled cod”.
Please forgive my penchant for alliteration as I offer up a treasure trove of tongue
twisters to tackle: (Please do not practice these while operating heavy machinery,
driving a vehicle, or crossing a busy street) This first offering is a tribute to my editor:
“I saw Susan sitting in a shoeshine shop. Where she sits, she shines, and where she
shines, she sits.” (Watch out for the wayward “h” in the above twister.)
And now a tribute to one of my editor’s sons and his dad:
“Fred fed Ted bread and Ted fed Fred bread.”
“Betty bought butter, but the butter was bitter, so Betty bought better butter to make
the bitter butter better.”
“A skunk sat on a stump and thunk the stump stunk, but the stump thunk the skunk
stunk.”
“If practice makes perfect and perfect needs practice, I’m perfectly practiced and
practically perfect.”
“Top chopstick shops stock top chopsticks.”
“The great Greek grape growers grow great Greek grapes.”
“Gobbling gargoyles gobbled gobbling goblins.”
“Imagine an imaginary menagerie manager managing an imaginary menagerie.”
How can you write your own tongue twisters? There are exercises on the world wide
web (more alliteration) on how to construct your own tongue twisters.
If you are a deep existentialist thinker, this tongue twister might have truly deep
meaning for you:
“I thought a thought. But the thought I thought wasn’t the thought I thought I thought.
If the thought I thought I thought had been the thought I thought, I wouldn’t have
thought, I thought.”
In other news, I would like to thank Howard R. for correcting my February 24th
column on campaign slogans. I committed a couple of errors. The first was referring to
Adlai Stevenson the second, who ran for president in 1952 and 1956, as the son of Adlai
Stevenson the first. He was actually the grandson.
My other mistake was not updating the post president who lived the longest after his
presidency. I listed Herbert Hoover who lived 31 years past his time in office. In actuality,
Hoover’s long held record was broken by Jimmy Carter, who left the presidency in 1981
and is still alive today 43 years later.
If you see me with a bag over my head, it is worn in shame at having misinformed
my much loved and coveted readers. I will have the bag removed by Saturday night,
April 13th when my rock and roll band JJ Jukebox, will be, yet again, performing at
Nano Café. 6:30-9:30. 322 Sierra Madre Blvd, Sierra Madre. Please come but make
reservations by calling (626) 325-3334 after 4:00pm Wednesdays through Saturdays
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DINAH CHONG WATKINS
CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE
WRONG KIND
GOING FOR THE BRONZE
Faster than my 93 year
old uncle,
More powerful than a
wet paper towel,
Able to leap from
one third grade math
equation to another!
It’s a loaf of bread!
It’s a couch potato!
No!
It’s Hamster Girl!
I didn’t take heed of Channel 7’s
meteorologist Dallas Raines and his Mega
Doppler 7000HD, forecasting a wild stint
of Santa Ana winds. Overnight, they blew
ferociously through the county, 75 mph
gusts upending centennial-old trees and
power lines. In the early morning, casualties
abounded, two of which were my empty
garbage bins. Down, down, down at the
bottom of the street, blocking the road they
lay on their sides, their little wheels spinning
but getting them nowhere.
In my ho-jamas (discount brand sweats,
good enough for home wear but not outside),
I scurried down the hill and wrestled the
hulking 96 gallon containers, my Dearfoam
slippers digging into the crusty asphalt.
Yes, they had the advantage with their slick,
boxy, physiques but I hamster-handled them
upright. The trial had only just begun.
When Canada hosted the Olympics, it
ignited a fitness fever across the country
that 98% of its citizens did not care to catch.
A nation that prized its poutine; greasy fries
topped with chunks of squeaky cheese and a
slurry of hot brown gravy, now was badgered
into getting in shape. An Olympic Challenge
was bequeathed from the hallowed halls of
Ottawa to the unfortunate denizens of the
least powerful - public school students.
The Olympic Challenge was a month-long
fitness program, a supercharged testosterone
Track and Field with fiendish hints of Navy
SEAL or more appropriately, the Royal
Canadian Mounted Police - our version of
the FBI and CIA but on horses! There were
daily requirements for running, jumping,
push-ups, sit-ups and for me, fudge-ups. We
were each given a booklet to record our daily
targets but I would fudge my results, 30 sit-
ups within a minute? No problem! I used the
BOGO method, one actual sit-up equaled
two, three if Scooby Doo was on TV.
I had a lock on the Gold Medal, I was faster,
higher, stronger than my classmates, at
least in the booklet. Then, on the morning
of the last day of the Challenge, with my
eye on the prize, the principal announced
the medal winners would be awarded that
afternoon - after the Track and Field events.
I lasted until mid-morning, my sweaty
baton handoff in the Relay Race made me no
friends. However, this was the dawning of
“Participation” award-think and 98% of us
received Bronze medals. Fitness? It’ll never
sell, I thought.
I looked up beyond the hills, up to the red-
tailed hawks carving through the blustery
skies, up to the majesty of the San Gabriel
mountains, up to my place, a quarter mile
hike on a 75° incline. Tears blistered round
my eyes.
The squalls started blowing again. I frog-
marched that black colossus to its final
destination, straining against the wind, as I
dug down to my inner being, encouraged by
the inches I had conquered so far, I raised
my head in victory, just then the lid of the
trash bin flipped open, swatting me in the
face.
There’s no Hollywood ending to this story,
no nick-of-time rescue, no wind-behind-
my-back melody, it was a slow, unwieldy
slog over the hill. Exhausted, my hamster
muscles gooey from the Olympian effort,
recovery was in the hands of Door Dash - a
double order of poutine, extra cornstarch in
the slurry please.
Dinah Chong Watkins column appears every
1st and 3rd Saturday of the month.
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