Join me for the 2nd annual GirlsThinkTank Community Picnic on Sunday Oct 12th. GirlsThinkTank is a non-profit organization created by my friend Rachael. She’s a very smart woman who cares about the citizens of San Diego and knows how to get people into action around the issues facing the less fortunate in our beautiful city.
A $10 donation buys lunch for you and a person in need. You’ll enjoy a sunny afternoon in Balboa Park just before the summer ends, and you’ll have the opportunity to hear from local homeless advocates like Congressman Bob Filner and hear from a few local musicians like, Corina Rose and DJ Quist.
I attended last year’s picnic and was blessed by the opportunity to encounter a few of our homeless neighbors in a setting that allowed me to contribute to them in a more personal and impacting way that just handing over a dollar on the street corner.
More information about the picnic is on the GirlsThinkTank website. I hope to see you there!
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Sinatra '68 via Sinatra.com My Dad has a lot of stories, one of which he recounted over dinner at Studio Diner tonight. He was born in Jalisco, Mexico in 1940, one of the youngest of 12, yes 12 kids. Son of Mexican war hero. He worked and played on the family ranch til they all decided to come back to the U.S. (family went back to Mexico during the depression). So while they spent 3 years in Tijuana getting their legal passage, my Dad shined shoes for a dime a pair… Let’s try to make the great story of his life a little shorter and catch you up to our Sinatra moment: Wing tips via Zappos.com So it’s the late 60s and he’s busing tables in San Francisco. He works at a restaurant where celebrities would stop in late at night after local performances. Now if you don’t already know, Frank Sinatra was notorious for being pretty harsh. The Rat Pack didn’t mess around. On this particular night “Old blue eyes” is in the house and everyone’s on their toes. Unfortunately my Dad ended up on the wrong toes - Sinatra’s toe!!! He had approached the table, probably to gather a plate or refill a glass when he accidently stepped on Frankie’s foot. As my Dad tells it - “I immediately started apologizing, Oh excuse me Mr. Sinatra! excuse me! But Sinatra was cool about it, he just said ‘Oh no problem, it was my fault, no problem’, His foot was actually sticking out from under the table, and he had some nice, what do call them? wing-tip shoes on, so it probably didn’t hurt.” Ha ha! I love my Dad stories and I really need to start writing them down more. I’ll probably turn this into a series of posts. Though I could probably fill a book. I’ll at least start with blog posts. So there’s more stories to come. Like when he was a kid and his brother threw a rock in his eye for knocking down an ant hill, or when he feel out of a tree and no one found him til hours later, or getting out of the army just before his company went to Vietnam… I was going to write about web apps tonight, but I’m glad I got this down to share with you instead.
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