So today I turn 54. That can't be. 54 has always been decades away. Now, 53 is in the rearview mirror. A day like this makes me think of my father and mother. And my own childhood. Where I've come from and where I'm going. While I'm no where near where I want to be … Continue reading 54
I didn't start Thoughts From Vinton Ave to write about my social life. This is more of a space where I can relate personal insights. But when those two things intersect, a blog post happens. Perhaps it's best that I point out two things about myself for people who don't know me. One is that … Continue reading Digitally Deleted in DC
OK. So I saw American Sniper. Not that anyone cares, but here’s my take. Given it’s context and for what it is supposed to be, it was an excellent film. And here’s the context: it was a biopic of top notch American sniper who did his job bravely and efficiently. It shows the challenges he … Continue reading American Sniper. And what it was about.
Like many, I've gotten caught up in the killing of Michael Brown in Ferguson, MO. Regardless of whom is at fault, it's a tragedy. One of the things that disappoints me the most is the absolute close mindedness of many who have been following it. It is insane. I challenged a bunch of people on … Continue reading On Ferguson and what I don’t know
Apparently, my homeless friend is in the process of getting a place to live. The place he found is near the college he wants to start taking classes at. The amazing thing is that it took someone (me) to simply say to him that his situation is unacceptable - for him. For six months, he … Continue reading My friend, homeless no more…?
In my previous post, I talked of how I know someone who is homeless. He's a co-worker that I'm determined to help. And it got me to thinking... Each of us go through our private hells. Whether it's large or small, a sudden crisis or a long term issue, we all have to deall with … Continue reading So many are hurting, so many aren’t caring…
A couple of nights ago I got in a conversation with a guy I know. He told me that he felt that he could put his trust me. We're not really friends...co-workers for the most part. He's 43, Vietnamese American, about 5'2" tall. He's an extremely hard worker, one of the hardest I've ever met. … Continue reading One person’s plight…