Faded Photographs

Audio blog with music.  Listen here.

First of the year organizing brings up the same question each time.  How to separate the precious from the merely familiar? What to let go of? What to keep?

I’m the guardian of my parents’ memories.  Boxes of them.  Stacks of them. So many photo albums my camera couldn’t fit them into one picture to show you.

How to know which I’ll regret parting with?  What’ll be valuable to someone in the future? Do I keep all of this and leave it for my daughter to decide?  Do I call on the gods of technology and ask if there’s an affordable answer?

Sticky notes mark my feeble attempt to identify by decade

I’ve moved them around for years and don’t know if anyone else will want them someday. There’s the option to preserve them digitally, but there are so many of them. My scanner isn’t great and each time I start to scan one, I stop and remember stories. Obviously I’m not suited for this job, and I know I’m not alone. I’ve met other people whose garages belong half to them and half to the past.

During my own broadcast career I’ve let go of boxes of tapes, lots of shows and commercials, moving some to digital formats. That wasn’t hard to do, but this isn’t really my stuff, so here I am starting another year, still in possession of all my parents’ memories.
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Thank you, Tony, for the music

Tony R. Clef, guitar

When I’m sixty four

(Sorry I can’t link it here but you’ll find Tony on YouTube)

I Love you,Taco Bell

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Taco Bell I love you, yes I do.  This isn’t a commercial. It’s a love song. Every once in a while, I have to park near the sign with the bell. In the beginning, the bell was bright yellow. In Southern California, my brother and I drove from wherever we were to the first location in Downey and walked up to the order window in the tiny, distinctive hut. We surrendered that day.

Original location on the right, today’s look on the left.

I can say no to some things, but with Taco Bell, I don’t even try. It’s not a matter of if, but when will I stop by. Taco Bell calls me even when I’m headed in the other direction. I resist and resist but once in a while, when the day is full and the stomach is empty, I turn around.

So many reasons to love Taco Bell. some crunchy, some soft. This won’t take long because a very few ingredients are responsible for fulfilling all the promises of the menu. Ground beef.  Cheese. Lettuce. Tomatoes. Tortillas. Beans. Sour Cream. Red sauce. And also now chicken.I love that so many things can be assembled from these magic ingredients and served in different shapes.

Fair warning. This taco salad is easily half a day’s calories and worth it.

The drink bar at most locations offers power to the button pusher. Fill the cup with ice and here’s my choice. Push the iced tea spigot. Move along and push for lemonade.  Mix them together. In California we call this drink Arnold Palmer. I call the whole Taco Bell experience perfect.

Anita Garner

I’m a lifelong writer and broadcaster. I’ve spent years talking into microphones, hosting shows on the air and recording as a voiceover, or, as our scripts say, V/O. One of my favorite jobs was at the PBS TV station in Hollywood (KCET) where for a couple of decades, I got to say, among other things,  “…made possible by (donor name) and (donor name) and viewers like you.”

During ad agency days, I wrote anything and everything carrying a “Buy me now” message.  More recently, I’ve written a play (musical) and a book, both called The Glory Road, and am working on several other projects.  When one story reaches the chest-clutching stage, I have an excuse to switch to another.

Born and raised in the Deep South, I’m now a Northern Californian with a daughter and granddaughter and because I find them both beautiful and clever, I’m constantly resisting the temptation to write too much about them.”