Friday, August 14, 2015


Well, I don't know what the what happened, but Blogger cut off my original post. I'm no coding genius, so you just get two installments this week, because some of this stuff is too good to just pass by, especially this first (sixth?) one:

Exhibit F:  This story may be the best, so it should probably be up higher, but just so's you know, I simply fill in the blanks as things come, there are no rankings here on the SP post. Courtney Holmes is one of my new social heroes. A barber in Dubuque, Iowa, he wants to support the idea of kids reading. So during the annual back to school bash, he gave free haircuts to kids who read books to him while he cut. The kids had to "earn" their cuts (and they wanted to look sharp for the start of the new school year), and some even got an assist from Holmes sounding out difficult words. Goodonya, Courtney Holmes.

Exhibit GThings keep coming my way, so I'm going to keep adding. Haven't even had to dig into the archives of stored goodies this week. This comes courtesy of Gretchen, and it's aces. Little Jack was born with a cranial condition that required him to wear a helmet. His cool dad decided to spruce up the helmets by painting them with Star Wars themes. Now Jack has The Force with him.

 Exhibit H: This one can be filed in two places: (1) Lolo wants to kick some teenage ass and (2) not all young men are asshats. A couple of hooligans in Pendleton, Oregon, insulted a 75-year-old man over the condition of his house. They laughed at it, called it crappy, and said it should be burned down. Josh Cygnik works for Union Pacific Railroad and every day meets his co-workers across the street from the house. He happened to overhear the comments. Josh is a better person than I am, saying "sometimes anger is better left unsaid and I took a different course of action that ended up paying off more so than if I yelled at them." What Josh did was go to the local hardware store, where the owner agreed to donate materials to repaint Mr. Bullock's house. Josh then asked for help on Facebook and a renovation was born. As for those crappy commenters, I suppose karma has another item for her to-do list.

Exhibit I:  My sister asked me the other night if I had sent her a book. She received it in the mail direct from Amazon, no note or gift message. I told her it was not me, and since we thought the giver might wish to remain a secret giver, she posted a very nice note on Facebook thanking the sender. We decided it might be fun to "pass it on," and send books to our friends anonymously, including only notes to do the same, pass the gift by sending a book to a friend anonymously with the same note. Who knows how big the chain can become?

Seems I have outstayed my welcome, Blogger won't even let me see the last three items in preview mode (really, Blogger?). So rather than risk wonky formatting and links/video that don't work, I'll sign off and wish you all a pleasant weekend.

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About Malcolm Avenue Review

I was lucky enough to be born and raised in a nifty, oak-shaded ranch house on Malcolm Avenue, a wide-laned residential street with little through traffic, located amid the foothills of Northern California. It was on that street and in that house I learned most of my adolescent life lessons, and many grown-up ones to boot. Malcolm Avenue was "home" for more than thirty years.

It was on Malcolm Avenue, through and with my family and the other families that made up our neighborhood of characters, that I first learned about and gained an appreciation for the things I continue to love the most to this day: music, animals, photography, sports, television/movies and, of course, books.

I owe a debt of gratitude to that life on Malcolm Avenue. It gave me a sense of community and friendship, support and adventure. For better and worse, life on that street likely had the biggest impact on the person I've become. So this blog, and the things I write here, are all, at their base level, a little bit of a love letter to Malcolm Avenue.


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