Getting Started
By David Allen
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To mark his 20th anniversary at the Inland Valley Daily Bulletin, David Allen goes back to the beginning to survey his first four years of columns, when the valley was new territory for him. After unpacking endlessly, he reports for jury duty in Chino, attends a Mexican wrestling match in Pomona and pays attention to movie dialogue about Rancho Cucamonga.
Not limiting himself to local news, he wonders what a Rolling Stones tour in the distant future might be like (sponsor: Depends), considers applying for a job in Swaziland as the town hangman and enters clothing stores alert for clues about which side is for men.
Even if you follow David Allen's current work in your daily newspaper, you probably never saw these columns, or if you did, forgot you read them or repressed the memory. Here they are again, with all the duds removed (we hope), and with a candid introduction by the author about trying to establish himself when he was just - wait for it - getting started.
David Allen
He’s an older, retired man. His family attended church weekly and that became a foundational base in his life. With an interest in the Bible, he read it to gain understanding of the God he was following and serving. In order to better understand what was being said and taught.
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Getting Started - David Allen
Ah, the joys of packing up and moving
May 25, 1997
Not that packing our household belongings turns us into morons, but during my recent move from Victorville, I stopped a helper from tossing out approximately 1/2 of one serving of Banana Nut Crunch, a cereal I don’t even like.
Hey, I’m going to need that!
I exclaimed, my voice rising.
My friend was dubious but indulged me, which is what friends are for. The first morning in my new apartment, I sheepishly ate that tiny bowl of cereal, most of which had been crushed into powder, just to prove my point, whatever it was.
How had it come to this? I had planned to comb through my belongings and weed out the junk, or at least the stale food, before packing.
Instead, I ended up frantically cramming everything into boxes at the last minute, without rhyme or reason.
Among the vital items I brought: pants I would have to lose 5 inches off my waist to wear again, a box of brown sugar solid enough to use as a doorstop, eye drops that expired in May 1994, etc., etc.
Why the last-minute rush? Perhaps I should start at the beginning.
Millions of years ago, the Earth cooled and dinosaurs roamed ... oops, too far back.
Actually, the fun began just a few weeks ago, when I accepted a job offer from the Inland Valley Smog-Ledger, or whatever we call this newspaper.
I figured I’d move to Rancho Cuckooclock — do I have that right? — because of its strategic location near my job, major freeways and the Souplantation restaurant.
With that settled, I spent a day checking out various apartment complexes, as advertised in the For Rent guide that can be found in finer gas stations everywhere.
Based on the photos and descriptions, most modern apartments are maintained well, painted pink and green, and named by cretins.
These apartments all have foo-foo, woodsy names like Wyndchyme Village or Mountain Lakeshore Forest Meadows or Wildflower Rainbow Unicorn Apartments — even though they never allow pets (how, er, pastoral) and sit half a block from a 7-Eleven.
Why can’t we have honest apartment names, like Scary Neighbor Estates or Thin Wall Villas?
The For Rent photos are extremely flattering and may have been shot by the same shutterbugs who make Angela Lansbury look like a fresh-faced teenager. In many photos a scenic mountain is so close it practically sits next to the kiddie pool.
(Discreetly out of camera range are the carports, where hairy-shouldered men in undershirts spend entire weekends changing the oil of their disabled 1970s gray-primer vehicles.)
In some of the photos, the complexes actually glow. Personal visits showed the glow actually radiates from the extremely cheerful leasing representatives.
They welcomed me, explained the ritzy qualities of their particular crackerbox palace and encouraged me to leave a fully refundable deposit right then to ensure that I could become a part of their community.
Generally speaking, you don’t find this level of heightened chirpiness outside a sorority.
But my resistance slowly eroded. By the end of the afternoon I had picked a place I liked, which led to my driving to a sleazy liquor store to buy a money order for my good-faith $100 deposit.
That will be $104,
the man behind the counter said with a thick accent.
A hundred and forty dollars?
I asked in shock.
Haha. No, $104. That would be a big profit, huh? Haha,
the man said.
Haha,
I agreed, suppressing the desire to punch him in the nose. After a week in Florida — really; I had a vacation planned before I even accepted the job offer — I returned to Victorville, 31 hours before the arrival of the movers and with approximately 172 hours of packing to go.
With a friend’s help, I began boxing my motley collection of mismatched dishes, Bob Dylan records and unread-but-classy novels, taping the boxes shut and not labeling them, which I lived to regret. And, naturally, not taking time to throw anything out.
Weeks later in my new digs, surrounded by piles of stuff, I’m still trying to get organized.
Although, come to think of it, I’ve been working on that for 33 years.
— —
The next column was inspired by a crush on a co-worker of the era whom I found far too intimidating — beautiful and strong-willed — to approach. But, hey, combined with some sports news, my hopeless longing did inspire a bleakly funny column, and sometimes that’s the best you can do.
Interleague play sparks romance
July 6, 1997
So I took a break from clipping my toenails to think about interleague baseball and how this concept could be applied to your romantic life.
In case you hadn’t heard, there’s an exciting new development in baseball, a sport in dire need of excitement. Baseball games are so slow — how slow are they? — that by the seventh-inning stretch
one or two veteran players have usually died.
To fans, this slow pace is part of the beauty. Baseball fans pay close attention to details, like tiny fluctuations in batting averages, but, typically, they fail to see the big picture. (Many also fail to bathe.)
Think of this: You can fail miserably two out of three times at bat, yet be the league’s top hitter (at .333) and earn more than entire elementary school faculties. Although, to be fair, few teachers know how to turn a single into a double.
Standards are a little higher in basketball, where excitement is the watchword. In basketball, the action only stops so Dennis Rodman can get another body part pierced.
Major League Baseball, reluctant to admit it made a mistake and start from scratch with a new sport, such as competition rock-scissors-paper, keeps coming up with new twists in failed attempts to perk things up.
Among the innovations: the designated hitter, the night game, wild-card playoff berths, the San Diego Mesquite Chicken, Morgana the Overly Breasted Bandit, etc., etc.
The latest wrinkle is interleague play.
The way it used to work is, you had your two leagues, your National League and your Synonym-For-National
League. Each league had its own teams and they played only against each other, so that succeeding generations of teams began looking more and more alike.
Now there is interleague play. A few times each season, one team from the National League and one team from the Synonym-For-National
League will, in clear violation of the laws of nature, play against each other.
The results, we have been assured, count.
What a relief! I was afraid a baseball game wouldn’t count
for anything and would be merely a way to pass time!
This leads me to romance.
How many times have you felt a hankering for someone, only to conclude he or she was out of your league
? (Gosh, I wonder where Mr. Allen’s headed with this!)
Unless you’re one of these model-like people, you know what I’m talking about. I’m talking about someone with nice straight teeth, a refined laugh, tastefully color-coordinated clothes, like that. You see them, you want to date them, but you know it will never happen because (sigh) they don’t even know you’re alive.
Don’t blame them, though; it’s not their fault.
It’s sort of like a science fiction plot. See, the model-like people’s atoms vibrate slightly faster than everyone else’s, putting them on a different plane of existence where we can see them but they, strangely enough, cannot see us. Except in rare moments, such as when no other model-like people are around and they need a favor.
Sure, you would like to date them, but they — literally — do not know you exist. But under the David Allen Interleague Romance Concept, it will be possible to date these people.
Of course, this can only occur under tightly controlled circumstances. Why? Because I said so (slap slap slap).
Also, if Interleague Romance happened all the time, if all boundaries disappeared, there would in effect be no leagues
at all and society as we know it would collapse, not that this would be a great loss, except for Seinfeld.
How it would work is, once each summer you would get one date — one! — with someone on the Out of Your League roster.
You (the dater) would file your request with the Commissioner of Romance, who would be Jenny McCarthy. Jenny would scheduled the date. The party Out of Your League (the datee) would have 15 days to accept or to present a valid medical excuse for canceling, such as that they were in a full-body cast after leaping off a 15-story building to avoid dating someone like you (i.e., you).
The actual date would occur on a baseball diamond inside a stadium filled with fans, who turned out because it’s Painful Mismatch Night
and they got a free cap. They would cheer for the person representing their league, either you or your date.
Unfortunately, and I haven’t come up with a way around this yet, the person Out of Your League would always win the date.
Why?
Because you couldn’t even get to first base.
— —
Ladies and gentlemen, just barely live, the Molding Stones!
November 16, 1997
As long ago as 1977, rock fans wondered if each tour by the Rolling Stones would be the last. But proving the doubters wrong, that long-anticipated farewell tour
only came today, in the year 2017.
About time, you say? You may be right. After all, Mick Jagger is now 74 and limits his public appearances to prime rib night
at Coco’s.
But the Stones are rolling around the globe one more time, aiming to give their fans some satisfaction (har!) and sop up any cash remaining after their ’12 tour, dubbed Steel Wheelchairs.
Last night they kicked off The Last Time
tour in Los Angeles. The venue was the venerable Los Angeles Coliseum, which is vacant for the season since Al Davis Jr. moved the Raiders north again.
Fans spilled in for the opening act, the newly reunited Spice Girls, then waited with a mix of excitement and dread for the main attraction.
Would the Stones manage, against all odds, to keep their title as the world’s greatest rock and roll band?
Certainly it looked to be a grand stage show, surpassing even the Stones’ trend-setting efforts of the past. Ticket-holders could affix an electrode from their bleacher seat to their frontal lobe for a 4-D experience. The Stones also kept everyone on edge by paying for a two-hour shift of the Earth’s magnetic polarity.
Plus, they had smoke machines.
Despite the grandeur, ticket prices were held down to $212 each, thanks to a lucrative tour sponsorship by Depends.
Suddenly, the stage lights dimmed, lasers fired and Mick and Co. took the stage to the thump of Not Fade Away,
an early hit obviously brought out by the aging rockers as a show of defiance to Father Time.
The thrill lasted for a nanosecond. You didn’t need to look at the huge video screens to see the change in the band members’ once-vital appearance.
Charlie Watts, 76, kept the beat behind the drum kit but was hooked to a respirator. Guitarist Ron Wood, the youngest Stone at 70, bobbed back and forth in a rocking chair as he squeezed out some licks.
The once-rambunctious Mick Jagger stood stock-still at the microphone, shouting the lyrics in a monotone and hanging on for dear life to his toupee.
Hopping around in the background, a manic grin on his creased face, only lead guitarist Keith Richards, 74, seemed healthy and fresh.
Are you having a good time?
Jagger shouted at the audience, which murmured a vague reply.
In the hoariest cliche in the book, Jagger playfully cupped his hand behind his ear.
I can’t hear you!
he shouted.
It quickly became obvious that he wasn’t kidding. He really couldn’t hear them.
A stream of hits followed: (I Can’t Get No) Satisfaction,
Brown Sugar,
Start Me Up,
and the most recent, Grindin’ Down (Don’t Tell the Dentist).
During the intermission, fans buzzed. The last tour wasn’t shaping up quite the way anyone had hoped.
Keith’s looking good, though,
a man next to me observed.
After the break, nurses led the Stones back to their instruments. Starting off the set with Honky Tonk Women,
Jagger managed to leap in the air and do a split when he hit the stage. Then he stopped singing and didn’t move.
Keith! I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!
he screeched.
Next, the energy level dropped like a flatlined EKG with The Spider and the Fly,
another 1960s classic.
Naturally, the line about the groupie who was common, flirty and looked about 30 had to go.
She was shady, a lady, she looked about 80,
Jagger sang with a wink.
Digging into the band’s musical roots, Keith performed a recent 12-bar number, the loping Colostomy Bag Blues.
The Stones closed the show with Memory Mile,
whose lyrics Jagger couldn’t remember.
As we filed out of the Coliseum, a surprising number of us waited at the souvenir stand for one last memento: a Stones tour T-shirt with the latest variation on the tongue
logo. Out of one corner came a stream of drool.
— —
The next column accompanied a feature story of mine about a deaf pilot, Henry Kisor, who had followed in the sky trails of Cal Rodgers, a hearing-impaired pilot who had flown cross-country in 1911. In 1995 Kisor started in New York and got as far west as Upland’s Cable Airport but due to weather conditions couldn’t continue to Long Beach. He wrote a book, Flight of the Gin Fizz, about the experience of becoming a pilot to shake off the middle-age blues.
In 1998, the Chicago Sun-Times journalist returned to Cable to pick up where he left off. For our interview, we sat in a quiet cafe on a rainy afternoon and he lip-read my part of the conversation. I realized I didn’t need to speak above a whisper, just mouth the words, and he caught everything I said. When he took the flight, I was invited along. He wrote me after reading the column that he had no idea what had happened in the back seat. You’ll just have to read to see what he meant.
Redecorating the interior of a plane
January 18, 1998
So when a colleague suggested that I go on an airplane ride with a pilot who’s deaf, my reaction was probably the same as the deaf pilot’s: Could you repeat that?
Nevertheless, a few days later I found myself at 2,500 feet with a pilot who had lost his hearing. Big deal: He found