Author: donald barnat


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Doctor My Eyes

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what is wrong
Was I unwise to leave them open for so long

‘Cause I have wandered through this world
And as each moment has unfurled
I’ve been waiting to awaken from these dreams

People go just where they will
I never noticed them until I got this feeling
That it’s later than it seems

Doctor, my eyes
Tell me what you see
I hear their cries
Just say if it’s too late for me

~Jackson Browne

A Contrary Iranian Opinion on Suleimani

The Killing of General Suleimani Has United Iranians in Anger Against the U.S. So says the New York Times here. A comment by Laurie in New Jersey offers another perspective.

I think it is an error to say, as the author of this article does, “Iran is united—in anger at the United States”, and “the nation rallied behind its leaders”. The silent majority of Iran stays silent as they cannot speak out truthfully. I have Iranian family, who tell me that the vast majority of their fellow citizens despise the Islamic government, and are very happy that Suleimani was killed, as they consider him an evil killer of their own people. They cannot say what they really think because they fear arrest, torture, or death.

Late this afternoon I drove past the Federal Building in Westwood CA and there was a medium sized group of Iranian Americans who I believe were not united in anger against the U.S. But I’ll leave their protest signs to speak for them.

Jazz at the Lighthouse Again: Bill Spoke Quintet featuring Gary Herbig











Two From Western

Whenever I get down on LA, which is more often than I’d like to admit, it’s always helpful to take a ride down Western Ave. to remind myself why I live here. To most people in this town that would probably sound ridiculous. I think it reflects my background and I’ll leave that part right there. But there’s a dignity and a realness there that hasn’t changed in the 30 years I’ve lived in Los Angeles. Seeing it all again, feeling it, never fails to change my channel from the endless and often repulsive extreme affluence loop of the Westside. Anyway.

Broadway Woman

Down on Broadway
There’s a woman
Name of the woman
Broadway Woman

Funky Broadway – Arlester Christian