Good morning! The other day I bumped into Jay Wintrob, a friend since our high school days in Anaheim. He suggested that the Musings need “just a little bit more of Anaheim …” This comment had us chuckling in the shared humor of the small, some might say backward, town in which we grew up. Anaheim in the 70s was decidedly “middle class surburbia,” a place where not much really happened and the biggest things in town were Disneyland, the Angels, the beach, and an unusual preoccupation with the space program (aerospace was one of the major employers). It was, as George Lucas would say, “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.” It was a place of blissful ignorance of the larger world.
#214 Musings from the Bunker 10/13/20
#214 Musings from the Bunker 10/13/20
#214 Musings from the Bunker 10/13/20
Good morning! The other day I bumped into Jay Wintrob, a friend since our high school days in Anaheim. He suggested that the Musings need “just a little bit more of Anaheim …” This comment had us chuckling in the shared humor of the small, some might say backward, town in which we grew up. Anaheim in the 70s was decidedly “middle class surburbia,” a place where not much really happened and the biggest things in town were Disneyland, the Angels, the beach, and an unusual preoccupation with the space program (aerospace was one of the major employers). It was, as George Lucas would say, “a long time ago in a galaxy far, far away.” It was a place of blissful ignorance of the larger world.