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The Hagen Das Affair…… by, Michael Hawke

12 Saturday Aug 2017

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It was the second week in June and a beautiful Saturday morning when Eva and I headed for La Jolla to get breakfast and have some much needed recharge time. We live in San Diego and La Jolla is to San Diego as Beverly Hills might be to L.A. It takes us no more than twenty minutes to drive from our home to the coast. La Jolla is the most beautiful place in Southern California, truly a “jewel” on the Pacific. There are many things that bring people to visit La Jolla but the central draw is the beach and the cove. The restaurants, shops, and museums are frosting on the cake. The boardwalk runs high above the surf, from the cove at the North, to the children’s pool at the South end of La Jolla.

We love to go to breakfast at either Harry’s on Gerrard, or Brockton Villa, which is right on Coast Blvd and sits high on a bluff facing West, over the cove, toward the magnificent blue Pacific Ocean. This day we went to Brockton Villa.  We had an exceptional breakfast and were lucky to sit on the balcony which is like being in the front row of a play or sporting event. Prime seating, inspiring, even spiritual. Brockton Villa has been here for almost 100 years. You can read the fascinating history on their web page. We like it because their food is a nine on our scale, and they remember us and always try to seat us on the balcony porch!

After breakfast we crossed over to the cove and watched seals and people. The seals having taken the upper hand in the past year at the cove, but the swimmers and bathers still were enjoying the small beach and the gentle surf. We walked the cove boardwalk South until we came back on Coast Blvd and then hiked up the hill to Prospect Street where all the shops, museums, and restaurants sit.

We spent a couple hours browsing in shops and museums. Eva bought a couple of things and we both drooled over some art we could not afford but really wanted to buy. By this time the afternoon was upon us, the temperature was warming up, and we felt like a break.  We decided to stop at the Hagan Das and get our favorite La Jolla treat, coffee and ice cream.

We waited, or I should say I waited, in a long line while Eva shopped in the store next door. When I got near to my turn she walked in, purchase in hand, ready for her ice cream and coffee. I ordered a single scoop, strawberry ice cream on a sugar cone and she got her usual double scoop, cookies and cream on a regular cone. We got our black coffees and went outside where there are three metal tables with hard chairs attached. We got lucky as a couple was just leaving their table as we walked out the door.

Eva and I are people watchers. We sat there licking our cones, sipping our coffees, and watching the people go by. La Jolla is an international place. The million dollar homes, the ocean vistas, the quaint shops and museums, and the awesome restaurants mean on any given day you will see people from pretty much all over the world.

While sitting there soaking in the sun, totally relaxed, and enjoying my ice cream, Eva’s phone sang….note I said “sang”. Phones used to ring but now they talk, sing, gurgle, bong, and more, when there is an incoming call. A traditional ringing alert is rare to hear.  She answered the call and began a conversation with someone, maybe family or a friend, I never bothered to ask. There was a good amount of street noise and people noise as we were right on the sidewalk in front of the store and a mere ten feet from the street. People, dogs, kids, as well as cars, trucks, bikes and cycles all moving past us in both directions. She had to talk loud in order to be heard by the caller. I tuned her out as I was in my own place of joy, not a Zen state, but in a very reflective mood, enjoying warmth from the ice cream, coffee, sun, and people.

As I sat there licking my cone there was a man sitting on my left at the next table. He looked Asian or Hawaiian, maybe Polynesian, and was wearing a straw fedora, a Hawaiian shirt, shorts, and tennis shoes. He was somewhere between 35 and 45 years old, tough to place his age. I gathered all this in with a quick glance at him after he snarled at Eva to stop being so loud. He said he could not hear the person he was talking to on his cell and to quiet down. My wife looked around me and signaled to him an “OK” with her hand. I was immediately annoyed by his tone but kept licking my ice cream figuring these two, on separate cell calls, with me in between them, should be able to work it out.

I took a few more licks of the cone and then the man snarls a curse word for Eva to pipe it down. As I momentarily processed this, I hesitated maybe ten seconds, before turning toward him and saying in a calm voice, ” if you do not know how to talk to a lady with respect then shut your big mouth or I will help you shut it”. Kind of direct as I look back on it now, but still appropriate for his coarse behavior toward Eva. At that point he got enraged, stood up, and said he was the owner of the store and told us to leave his premises.

Eva was still sitting and talking, and, looking up at me with one eye was waiving her hand toward us mouthing she was sorry. She then told me to sit down and not be rude. At this point Eva turned away and was re-engaged in her call but the man was standing in front of me and moved into my private space. He was inches away, with a balled fist, yelling we had better get up and leave right now or he would have us arrested. The rim of his fedora hit me in the chin and I reacted by flicking the hat up and off his head. It was caught by the wind and blew over the pedestrians and out into the street. I remember thinking what a good flick that was… the thought was fast replaced with concern as he retrieved his hat and pushed by people, charging right toward us. He was pointing his cell phone at us as if taking pictures or video. He kept saying “you assaulted me” and “I am calling the police”….”you are going to jail”.

Eva ended her call and expressed upset toward me. She asked why I was being so rude and told me she hated it when I acted like that. As the man kept getting animated and more visibly angry he was calling out to passing people, pointing at me and yelling, “he assaulted me”.  Eva grabbed my arm and pulled saying “lets get out of here”!

As we moved around, and past, people heading down the street the man in the fedora began following us. As we looked back he was in a short trot and by the time we reached the Valencia Hotel he confronted us again accusing me of assaulting him, asking for witnesses to help him detain me until the police arrived. He seemed to be talking to a police dispatcher on his cell phone giving directions to where we were.

Humans react to danger with one of two responses, they face it or they run…. fight or flight. I was tempted to knock the guy on his arse but Eva had already expressed displeasure with me for responding to him harshly, so I grabbed her arm and pulled her across Prospect to the other side of the street….we chose flight.  We quickly headed South, toward Drury Lane, where we turned left and darted through the alley behind the stores. As we entered the alley I looked back and saw the crazy guy running in front of cars, cutting the corner of the two streets, and heading right for us. I rushed Eva down the alley, we were actually in a fast trot with both of us turning our heads back looking for our crazed pursuer. We exited the alley a block further down onto Silverado where there are more shops and eating places and lots of people walking. We blended in as best we could but at the next corner I looked back just as the guy ran out of the alley and looked right at me. I yelled at Eva that he was gaining on us.

We ran across another street, turned the corner and I said we needed to split up. I told her to meet me back a the car in fifteen minutes. “You head into that gallery and I will go into the restaurant after I am sure he sees me”. “I should be able to draw him off”. Eva disappeared around another corner and I waited, baiting the guy, before running into the restaurant. The place was high end, white table cloths, waiters in vests, lots of customers. I headed for the back where the restrooms were but instead of going into the men’s room I walked right into the kitchen just like I owned the place. Chefs and cooks were working at tables preparing food and I strolled through with a purpose, toward the back door which I pushed through and found myself right back in the alley. I ran back toward the original entrance to the alley and then hid in a corner behind a delivery truck.

I crouched low and soon the pursuer goes running by at full speed. I then headed back the other way and caught a break as a large group of people were lined up in front of another restaurant. I had cover which allowed me to double South, away from Prospect, and back toward our car.  I finally made it back to the car thirty minutes later. I had no sign of Eva so I went into Mike’s Subs which had a big window and watched and waited.

Five minutes later Eva walks in. Her hair was let down, she had a different shirt on, and she was wearing big dark sun glasses. She looked liked a movie star, beautiful as ever. She told me she went into the museum and exited the back and then went into a shop where she bought a top, bagged her coat, let her hair down and donned the dark glasses. She said she walked right past the guy and he did not even notice her.

We spent the drive home laughing and trying to figure out what that experience was all about. Who was that guy, and why we ran and he followed, and did he really own the restaurant?  And of course Eva wanted to know why I had started the whole thing.

If you go to La Jolla and visit the Hagan Das be sure to have your running shoes on and if you happen to see a funny looking guy in a flowered fedora…. talk quietly on your cell phones.

Michael Hawke

Sunday Reflections… by, Michael Hawke

13 Monday Mar 2017

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Men In Heaven:   When everybody on earth was dead and waiting to enter Heaven, God appeared and said, “I want the men to make two lines. One line is for the men who were true heads of their household, and the other is for men who were dominated by their women. I want all the women to report to St. Peter.

Soon the women were gone to St. Peter and there were two lines of men. The line of men who were dominated by their women seemed 100 miles long. In the line of men who were true heads of their household there stood only one man.

God said to the men in the long line. You men should be ashamed of yourselves. I created you to be the heads of your households! You have been disobedient and have not fulfilled your purpose! Of all of you only one man obeyed. Learn from him.”

God turned to the one man. ” How did you manage to be the only one in this line?”  The man replied,: ” Lord, my wife told me to stand here.”

Honor our dead not with shrines but by your positive life actions!  ” ….it is a question of breaking free from your history, even when you hear in your mind the cries of your brother and sister. To stay in the things of the past, it prevents you from changing. ”  Dr. Antoine Rwego, Rwanda Genocide Survivor.

PET PEEVES…….. By Michael Hawke

15 Wednesday Feb 2017

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DAWDLING STREET CROSSERS: I wonder how these people get anything done. They make turtles look like Great Danes. They walk any slower and they will be going backwards. What makes these people fail to process that when they drive they have to wait for snails like themselves?  There should be a timer…get across before a horn beeps or get fined, and or run over.

RUDE MOTORCYCLISTS:  You are in stop and go commuter traffic on the freeway. You sit there thinking, listening to your radio, or just mindlessly half awake. Then out of nowhere a guy on a bike comes shooting up between the lanes, all legal mind you,  and buzzes so close to your car you nearly jump off the seat.  The noise and whoosh of air which made you jump also made you very mad. Off they go…there you continue to sit.

The mufflers on some bikes are so loud they could cause ear damage. These riders love to run through parking garages setting off the car alarms. They never get caught or ticketed for the noise abuse.

Lane weaving at speeds pushing a 100 mph in traffic. These guys have a death wish. I always pray they will not “eat it” in front of me as I do not want to pick these idiots up and try to save them after subjecting innocent drivers to their horrific crash.

SOCCOR PLAYERS WHO FLOP: The fake injury in professional soccer is ridiculous. It brings the game away from the great athletic sport it is and moves it toward Big Time Wrestling. Stop the flops.

BULLY BOSSES: These people are the worst. They know nothing about real leadership, are very insecure, and create toxic work environments. These bosses need to be booted.

MEDIA WHO PRETEND TO DO JOURANALISM: The drive by media, mostly to the left and liberal, have surrendered their journalistic duty in order to take part in the political parties. They specialize in disinformation, lies, and fake stories. What a shame that today people can no longer get objective news reported to them.

WEAK POLITICAL LEADERS:  The San Diego City Council is very weak. Only one board member is able to stand up to the media and lobby pressures and vote for his constituents.  In general most politicians specialize in self preservation and self centered thinking. They also feed off the corrupt lobby system.

HOMELESS PEOPLE BEGGING ON EVERY CORNER: I do not judge or begrudge them for this. I hold the municipalities at fault. I can think of ten jobs that would help the community and also benefit these people. There is so much that can be done to help them get back on track. Mostly the city just talks and talks…..things get worse and worse.

 

The “Sucker Punched Club” ……by Michael Pomorski

12 Wednesday Aug 2015

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Geno Smith: I feel your pain……from a fellow member of the “Sucker Punched Club”.

I was in the tenth grade and working in drafting class, my first class after lunch. There were five rows of drafting tables, with four tables in each row. I was in the third row from the front, on the end. Picture a row of four drafting tables separated by an aisle ( two to each side of the aisle )so the instructor could move easily front to back helping the students.

The instructor, Mr. Hickman, would often leave the room after the assignment was given. Where he went we never knew but it left the class pretty loose and casual. We worked on drafting boards which angled upward and usually had to draw foundations or other architectural tasks. On this particular day, after Mr. Hickman stepped out, someone in the back flung an eraser up front. This was a common activity during drafting class. No shortage of erasers and so they were always flying here and there. I never engaged in eraser throwing as I thought it childish, but would occasionally laugh when someone got winged a good one.

I must have had a brain fart that day as an eraser landed on my table, having been thrown forward from the back row. Without looking up I just tossed it lightly forward, over the desk in front of me, toward the front row. This was one of those mistakes you do not understand until it is too late. I did not realize at the very same time I tossed my eraser forward someone behind me sent a very hard eraser zinging forward, clipping the right ear of Jim Wall, who was sitting in the front row, also on the end. Jim Wall was on the varsity football team, went about 6’2″ and 200 lbs…solid muscle. It was painfully obvious to me later on he was not the kind of kid to think things out before jumping into action….in other words a dum-dum.

He was in the first row on the end, I was in the third row on the end. A quick leap of the five yards and he was all over me. I believe he played defensive end or tackle so that kind of jump and attack was second nature to him. As I said I was all about doing my work and was totally focused on my drawing. The next thing I remember was waking up in the Principal’s office. He sucker punched me and knocked me out cold.  He hit me with my head down and I never saw anything. It was a brutal punch and he is lucky it did not kill me…. I was lucky it did not kill me. It was all so very humiliating.

 A cowardly act if ever there was one….I was sent home and suspended for throwing erasers. He was suspended for fighting and defending himself. There apparently was no one in the class willing to challenge the story Jim Wall told Mr. Hickman and the Principal.  He also had going for him his status as a star player on the football team.

Justice? My dad got on me for causing problems in class. Geez…what a nightmare it was for me. I had a black eye and bruised jaw that marked me for at least a month, if not longer. I do not recall when this occurred in the school year but I do remember daily wanting to kick the crap out Jim Wall. I was always looking for just the right opportunity to give him pay back. You know, walk up when he was talking to a girl or eating his sandwich in the cafeteria and sucker punch him a good one. 

My table partner and good friend, Steve Shoemaker, said when Wall was hit in the ear he was out of his seat, back to the third row, and swinging, before anyone knew what happened. Why he thought I threw the eraser that zinged him I do not know. Maybe he saw my arm move out of the corner of his eye when I sent the light toss forward. I was the victim of an unfortunate coincidence and mistaken identity. As a skinny kid who played on the basketball team, I was 6′ and maybe went, maybe 150 lbs. with my winter coat and boots on.

The rest of that year I could never reach down and find the courage to return the favor to Jim Wall. It haunted me all through high school and you know, to this day, it is one of those stupid childhood regrets we seem to never be able to let go. I so wish I would have sucker punched him back….but maybe that would not have ended well for me….High School sucked…

Feel Better Geno…at least the guy got cut from the team. Mk

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