Young Asia.


They were young when we boarded Singapore Airlines at LAX, bound for Tokyo. 22 men and women, flight attendants, smooth skinned, well mannered, and slim, women with hair pulled back wearing Sarong Kebaya. Graceful, smiling, polite, they maneuvered in and out of the aisles, pushing carts, pouring tea. The flight left on time and touched…

The Holdouts.


Not far from my house in Van Nuys, there is an unimproved street without gutters or sewers, where the blacktop was probably laid down 80 years ago, past large parcels where grew walnuts, oranges and figs. On Columbus Avenue, there are perhaps five properties of 20-30,000 square feet each. Most of the houses are rented,…

Positivism.


We went yesterday, Sunday, to visit C & J at their new home near the Pacific. They moved here, retired and prosperous, in good health and of their own free will, to be nearer their children and family. Tall, well educated, erudite, self-confident, witty, they both exude a mastery of life.  She runs her own…