Parents are such haters!

Two weeks before beginning high school, Mom informed me we’d be moving from Culver City to a little town in Northern California called Pleasanton. The school mascot at the pleasant high school was a Mexican. Technically he was a Spanish nobleman, but he sure did look just like a Mex-i-can. This was before people got their panties in a bunch over political correctness a.k.a. the good old days when hypersensitivity wasn’t the norm and little league baseball still kept score so there were a fewer number of metrosexuals roaming the streets. Read the rest of this entry »