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4.4.2014

 Last week was Ez's week-long Spring Break from school.  This school has so many days off, Spring Break is a bit of a joke, as it's only two days longer than a handful of three-day weeks, No School Mondays and two-for-one Holiday Days scattered throughout the school year.  I often think of Russel from the Fat Albert show and how he derides his jerk-ass brother with the insult, "No Class."  His best was, "like school on a Saturday ... no class."  I've modified this to:  "Like school at LAUSD ... No Class."

Anyway, I nearly got lynched by a bunch of park moms on Ez's and my only sojourn to a local favorite park.  The entire West Side of LA was on spring break, so the park was overrun with screaming kids. Sure enough, half of Ez's class and the striker, a winger and the defense from his soccer team were there too.  I knew the kids and have chatted with the moms and dads before.

Ez and I brought with us a wiffle bat and wiffle ball, a kids' croquet set and a dozen donuts.  It was this last item that got the tall folks angry with ol' TNSC Robot.  They brought granola, string cheese, mandarin oranges, bananas, seaweed, nuts and shit that doesn't do what donuts do to kids.  They brought "healthy snacks."  I brought jet fuel.  WOOO!


Tonight - The Homestead   Wheeeeeee!! Bring your pals!


bye-ee!
whrr ... clik!