I dont even know how to 'play' the lottery.
But I am lucky.
Berkeley public-schools art-teacher 32 years.
Picture-hunter w/$1600 mo 'pension'.
Way-underpaid Edu-Prof-Wife doin' good-works.
Twins in colleges = loans n joys.
Plus hella-goodies.
Entitled-white-guy still gotta chuckle every time I'm asked to donate.
My Grandfather could - William Larned Thacher = Thacher Gates.
My Thacher-Mother couldn't afford Midland -Grampa's gates got me 2 years free.
Forget Thacher. Even I said that.
'Poorish'-blacksheep cousin Edith Thacher Dane born at Thacher School in '13.
'Raised' at Thacher. We got to come up from LA every xmas n summer to play.
Vassar whizz But, "You cant be a doctor, Edie." = WOMAN in the 1930s.
Her fucking favorite uncle-male doctor at Yale dished-up this bile.
She worked at LA County hospital screening cancer-slides.
With doctors always coming around the house & her pants.
A communist-symp & socialist-heart.
Lucky for Pasadena area she then lived off her died-father's leftovers.
Started HeadStart in black-Pasadena.
Headed the Valley-area EconOppCouncil under LBJ.
Got a cross burned on our lawn for fighting to get jesus outta-town-center at xmas.
There's a dreidel & Star o David there today.
HoHoHo.
! OhOhOh was Midland a huge Gift for me.
Literally saved my-pink-ass.
I went to silly-pasadena-high 12th grade.
In order to complete my momentary-renaissance.
I needed to physically leave Midland and my past for a billy-tabula rasa.
Relieving myself in public.
The least of stuff.
Be well.
Bill.