Friday, September 17, 2021

Dirty Old Men

 Three deer crossed my path

As I jogged up the canyon.

This morning is blessed.

Thursday, September 16, 2021

 When I started running with the Santa Monica Trail Runners Club about twenty years ago or so, there were a few very energetic older men who very much enjoyed flirting with women of all ages. Many of us could see that this was off-putting to many of the women.

 That isn’t to say that it was always agreeable when younger dudes flirted. But let’s be honest about how humans work. This was a club that promoted people to come out and run and socialize together. There’s bound to be some flirting/dating among individuals voluntarily coming together to engage in likeminded physical activity.

 So where the line is drawn between flirting and creepy isn’t always so clear cut. Yet it was easy to see in some situations these old dudes were just sadly and strangely oblivious to the fact that the age difference between some of the women they chose to rub up against should’ve been easily recognized as inappropriate.

 And now the truly sad part; I may now be one of those older men. And from my vantage point I can now very much empathize with the older men I use to run with.

 I’m not running with the club anymore, but I do work for a wellness center and I’m near the point where I’m getting to be close to many of our guests’ father’s age.

 And the irony is that my scope for what women I find attractive has definitely widened from mid 50s to mid-20s.

 From my previous experiences watching older men, I’m doing my best to reign myself in and not be just another dirty old man. Yet I’m also tempted to believe that there must be an exception to the rule and with my fairly decent job of aging and demeanor surely I must still have broad appeal (bad
pun intended).

Tuesday, September 7, 2021

Hot Bench

The smile of a wolf

With a vicious temperament

When on the prowl.

Tuesday, Sept. 7, 2021

Not only does it seem as if justice is neither swift nor fair in many cases, sometimes it seems downright bizarre.

 In my case, when a skateboarder lost control of his board that hit my bike causing me to fall and break my clavicle, I was just about ready to give up when possibly the entertainment Gods are going to step in to help out.

 The producer from a program called “Hot Bench” sent me a letter inquiring if I would be willing to have that show arbitrate my case. The catch is the defendant would also have to agree to appear. And why would he? The producer explained that the advantage for a defendant is that because it’s binding arbitration that’s not going through the courts, it doesn’t show on their records. I hope that’s enough bait. I also hope that the contact information the dude gave me was accurate. I tried calling once but never received a response.

 This is the e-mail I sent back to the producer.

 Thank you so much for considering my case. I was at the point where I felt receiving justice was hopeless.

 Outside of your sadly true statement regarding collecting damages through the small claims court system, the court made a clerical error listing two different case numbers and a different defendant (Bicycle World) on the mandatory mediation notice. In Los Angeles before proceeding to trial mandatory mediation is required. I sent a certified letter to the court stating this error on June 15 and have, as of yet, not received any update.

 And it doesn’t end there. Because I’m in my 60s health insurance is extremely expensive. To lower the cost over a year ago I joined a health share network; Trinity Health Share. They have since filed for bankruptcy protection. To this point I have paid out of pocket for a very expensive ambulance ride and a few x-ray bills. My clavicle surgery went very well and I am almost fully recovered my physical injuries but am in limbo as to whether or how much of that was paid for.

 However, it isn’t the expenses and mental and physical discomfort of the accident that caused me to seek renumeration through the court system, it was the lack of remorse or any attempt to make amends by Mr. Flores.

 Fortunately at the time of the accident there was a good Samaritan on hand, Matt, who rushed me to urgent care, had the sense to use my phone to get the I.D.s of Mr.Flores and his friend, and held on to my damaged bicycle until it was convenient for my wife to retrieve it.

 If there are any details of the case that you need, I’ll be happy to forward them to you. I’ll also call you tomorrow after work.

 Thank you again for your time and for reaching out.