We have never had crows as regular visitors, so we didn’t know what to expect. Now that we have had a few weeks to observe them, we have learned that they are intelligent, friendly, and learn quickly. Pat’s new friends are very interesting creatures.

Pat came in the other day after feeding the crows and said she had just been the subject of a fly-by. I’ll describe the fly-by later. First, I’ll give you some background information, so you’ll understand what I’m telling you. I’ve read that the small creatures don’t reproduce during a drought. That has led to a shortage of bugs, toads, snakes, lizards, and rabbits. We believe that the visits from hungry crows are due to the severe drought that Southern California is experiencing. Due to scarcity of food, the crows are forced to search the urban areas for opportunities to beg or steal something to eat.

There are normally three crows to consider. The Boss Crow is the guy that comes in first and scopes out the location. He is also the most vocal. When he lands on the driveway, if everything looks good, he gives out the food call, “Caw, caw, caw, caw.” We don’t know for sure, but think literal translation might be, “I’m here. Feed me!” A few times, after the food is all gone, he gives one “Caw” as if saying “Thank you,” and then flies away. We have no identification available for the second crow. All crows are black and shiny, so who knows? This may be the Boss Crow’s mate. The third crow has a mangled foot so you can always tell who he is. He’s always with the other two, so he may be the brother-in-law. A couple of times, there have been five birds. The additional two are smaller than the other guys, so may be offspring.

On a couple of occasions, there have been 40 or 50 birds showing up. We don’t know what caused that unless maybe it was just a poor day for hunting, and they needed breakfast.

The bread that Pat and I prefer is a brown bread with English walnuts baked in. So, when Pat started feeding the crows, she took a couple of slices of the bread outside and tore them up and scattered them on the driveway. After a few weeks, she noticed that the crows sometimes just ate the English walnuts and came back later for the bread. Pat did some research on food values and went and bought a bag of English walnuts. Now, she feeds the crows bread and extra walnuts. If more than three crows show up, she puts out more than just two slices of bread.

Now, I’ll tell you what Pat told me about the fly by. She went out the front door and gave her “come and get it” sounds. “Caw caw caw caw.” The lookout crow in the tree across the street gave a sound and flew back to our side of the street where he joined his two companions who were in the liquid amber tree in the yard of our neighbors to the south. Pat continued to tear the bread into little pieces and scatter it on the driveway. Suddenly, she saw a big shadow coming across the driveway. She looked up and saw that it was one of the crows with its wings outstretched and gliding about 6 to 9 feet above her. As she watched, the three birds soared past her in single file. They continued to glide to the north side of the yard, and then began flapping their wings and flew back to the liquid amber tree. Pat put out the rest of the food, and as soon as she turned her back and headed for the front door, the crows swooped down and began eating.

We don’t know the meaning of this fly-by. Was it a sign of recognition to say hello to someone they knew? It may have been a kind of “thank you” in advance. They may have just been taking a look to see what kind of food she put down.

There have been several fly-bys since. One morning, the two smaller birds joined in, so there were five birds gliding in single file. There were a couple of mornings that Pat’s sciatica bothered her, so she enlisted the aid of Jasmin, a young lady who comes in three times a week to help with household chores. Jasmin said she got the fly-bys also, and she had all five birds joining in.

This is cool behavior, and we wish we understood it better.

Dave Thomas

12/7/2023

I was in the Navy in 1960 and was a member of Patrol Squadron Forty-eight (VP 48), stationed at Naval Air Station North Island at Coronado, California. I was an Aviation Electronics Tech, Second Class (AT  2) and an aircrewman on our P5M2 seaplane that our squadron flew.  Another 2^nd class that I sometimes hung out and drank coffee with was a sailor named Guy Coconour (I probably spelled it wrong.) Guy was from Oklahoma, and one day mentioned that his family’s home place was just down the road from Dale Robertson’s Haymaker Ranch. I thought that was pretty neat as I had seen a couple of Robertson’s western movies and enjoyed them. His TV show, Tales of Wells Fargo, was doing well at the time, also.

I got to meet Robertson at the 1991 Golden Boot Awards Banquet in Santa Monica. He was a nice-looking man, about my size, and friendly. After we shook hands and talked for a minute, I told him I had been in the Navy with Guy Coconour. Before he could comment, we were descended upon by some of Roberston’s movie friends who had imbibed a little, and I couldn’t get a word in edgewise. I got up and went looking for another celebrity.

Dave Thomas

12/7/2023

In 1991, I met actress Angie Dickinson at the Golden Boot Awards Banquet in Santa Monica. Pat and I had seen her in a couple of movies and, later, enjoyed her portrayal of Sgt. Pepper Anderson in the Policewoman television series.

I found Ms. Dickinson during the meet and greet session at the start of the evening. We talked about her work as we walked around the hall, and  I looked for my wife, Pat, our son, Doug, and his friend, Penny. We finally found the gang, and I introduced them to Angie. She was relaxed, friendly, and gracious, and seemed  to be having a good time and enjoying the party. It was a pleasure to meet and talk with her.

Dave Thomas

11/30/2023

Pat had some recycle objects to dispose of. It was Monday morning, trash pickup day, so the trash cans had been placed at the curb the afternoon before. She took the handful of stuff and went out the front door. As she went down the driveway, she noticed two crows circling some distance away. She had fed the crows a couple of hours earlier, so she knew they were scouting for their next meal. She dumped the stuff in the Recycle Bin, went back up the driveway, and into the house, shutting the screen behind her, but leaving the front door open. 

The crows had spotted her, so they swooped in, jabbering all the way, and landed on the garage roof. Since Pat had already fed them once that morning, she ignored them. The crows kept cawing and trying to get her attention, but she wasn’t having any of it. Being denied and becoming frustrated, the crows decided to change their game. They began jumping up in the air and landing on both feet just as loud as they could. Pat continued to ignore them though she was laughing to herself at their inventiveness. The crows finally gave up and flew away. It would be fitting to say that, but that’s not what happened. The truth is that Pat caved. She took a slice of bread out and fed her hungry friends. She felt she should reward their persistence and ingenuity.

Dave Thomas

11/30/2023

Something to Crow About

As you know, crows never stop talking. They jabber incessantly from morning to night. However, I’ve noticed that when they come for breakfast, the Boss  Crow is more restrained. He lands on the driveway, stands there for a few seconds, and then emits four caws. Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw! It’s always the same, and I’ve decided that it probably means, “I’m here- feed me!” I passed this information on to Pat. The next morning, Pat had the front door open and was looking through the screen door. The crows show up between 7:15 AM and 7:45 AM, and Pat was ready. At the appointed time, the Boss Crow came in and landed. Before he could say anything, Pat yells, “Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw!” The Boss Crow shakes his head and returns the call. Caw, Caw, Caw, Caw! At this point, I say “This is something to crow about about, Sweetie!” We have just become a multi-lingual family!

Guacamole, Anyone?

We don’t know anything about a crow’s diet. We’ve seen them eating roadkill or packing around in people’s gardens for breakfast. Pat noticed that one of the avocados she had purchased the other day was about to go bad. Not wanting to waste it, she cut it in half, lengthwise, removed the pit, and when the crows showed up, put it on the driveway for them. They went nuts over it! The whole bunch was pecking away and trying to get all they could. One crow, apparently afraid that he wouldn’t get his share, grabbed one of the avocado skins in his beak and took off. The rest of the crows worked harder and faster to get their share of the half that was left. Who knew that they would even like the thing?

Youngster

The other morning, we were drinking coffee and watching Good Morning America when, out of the corner of her eye, Pat saw some motion over our driveway. She turned to look and saw a crow making a landing. It wasn’t time for the regular crows to show up for breakfast, so Pat wondered what was going on. This crow was smaller than the normal bunch, so she thought it might be from the next generation. Her first question was “Who told this kid where to go for breakfast?” After landing, the crow started jabbering and didn’t stop. Apparently, he hadn’t been told that the code for breakfast was “Caw, caw, caw, caw!” Pat decided to feed him anyhow, so she put some bread out for him. By now, it was time for the Boss Crow and the regular guys, and they showed up on schedule and landed and started eating. The regulars didn’t seem to like the little guy. He must not have been family after all. They began crowding him and pushing him around. He got the message and flew away. We’ve never seen him again, so I guess he didn’t feel welcome.

Early

It was 6:15 AM on November 5, 2023, the first day of daylight savings. Pat and I were drinking coffee and watching NBC’s Sunday Today Show. Suddenly, we heard, “Caw, caw, caw, caw” coming from our driveway. This seemed strange because the crows were pretty regular about showing up between 7:15 and 7:45. Then we laughed because we realized the crows were an hour early as they didn’t know about Daylight Savings Time.

Dave Thomas

11/16/2023

I met Charlton Heston at the Golden Boot Awards Banquet in Santa Monica in 1991. The ceremony was an annual affair to honor the men and women who made and starred in western movies. It was created by Pat Buttram, Gene Autrey’s old sidekick.

The evening started with a meet and greet period with the movie people scattered around the hall so you could meet and talk with them. This was followed by dinner, then the awards program, and then another period for meeting the movie people.

At the end of the evening, I was still shaking hands and spotted Charlton Heston heading for the exit. I hadn’t seen him during the evening, so I hurried and caught up with him. I spoke his name, and he stopped and turned to me. I introduced myself and told him how much I had enjoyed his movies. He graciously replied and we chatted for a couple of minutes. Then, he said he had another function to attend and needed to hit the road.  I thanked him for stopping, and we parted. It was a good experience, and I enjoyed it.

Yes, in 1991 I admired and respected Charlton Heston, the actor. However, nearly 25 years later, in 2015, he showed himself to be the poster boy for the NRA. He gave a speech that mostly had to do with whining about his 2^nd Amendment Rights and AR-15 rifles. However, rather than making an effort to construct an intelligent argument to convince the rest of us that owning an assault rifle was a good thing for ordinary citizens to do, he gave us adolescent bullshit. He proclaimed that the only way we could take his gun was “to pry it from his cold, dead hands.” This information has established him as a world class class drama queen. You’ve lost me. Adios, Chuck

Dave Thomas

11/2/23

I got to meet Cesar Romero at the Golden Boot Awards Banquet in Santa Monica in 1991. It was a great pleasure for me as he had been my mom’s favorite actor since the 1930’s, and I heard about him every time he performed in another movie or on television. A big, handsome man, he played everything from Latin lovers to the Cisko Kid to the Joker in a Batman movie.

After the dinner and awards ceremony at the Golden Boot, the celebrities were still standing around the hall and visiting with anyone who approached them. I heard a lady say that Cesar Romero and Celeste Holm were just leaving. I went outside to the curb where people were waiting for the valets to bring them their cars. Sure enough, Cesar Romero was standing there alone while Celeste Holm, the Academy Award winning actress, was visiting with a group of ladies.

When I met Cesar Romero, he was 84 years old, but looked more like 60. He was still handsome, stood tall, and still had a sparkle in his eye. He was fun to talk with. When I told him he had been my mom’s favorite actor, he just responded with, “That’s a nice thing to say.” It was a few minutes I really enjoyed and knew that Mom would have enjoyed also. I didn’t get to meet Ms. Holms as she was tied up with the ladies until they left.

Dave Thomas

10/26/2023

I got out of the Navy in March of 1961, and in April went to work at Electro Instruments in San Diego. I started as a Production Test Technician working on AC and DC digital voltmeters that were invented and designed by two men from M.I.T. The company was just a few years old, but already had about 250 employees and was the world leader in the production of digital instrumentation. Product lines included DC amplifiers, X-Y recorders, digital ohm meters, and monitor oscilloscopes. Some of the customers were NASA, JPL, U.S. Airforce, U.S. Navy, and Woods Hole Laboratory.

I met Steve “Scotty” Scott soon after I started work. The company had two full-time janitors, and Scotty was one of them. Scotty was nearing 60 years old and was a fair-sized man, probably 6’1” or so and wasn’t fat, but was probably 30 lbs overweight. He had come to San Diego from Brawley, California, a farming community over in Imperial Valley. Scotty said he had been the Hay Boss for a cattle feeding operation there. I didn’t pry, but he looked like he had heart trouble, and I suspected that he had to leave Brawley for his health, leaving the hard work and the oppressive heat behind.

As a side note, Brawley had a parade and rodeo each summer that they called “Cattle Call.” Scotty said he helped organize the celebration each year.

For 2 or 3 years, I didn’t have much time to talk with Scotty. We’d pass each other in the hall and exchange greetings or he’d come through my department and we’d “howdy” each other. I think his shift started at 2:00 pm or so. Sometimes we would have coffee together on afternoon breaks. After about three years, I made foreman so was always working after hours and could sometimes take a break and have coffee with Scotty. One Monday, we were sitting down together, and I mentioned that I had bought a horse over the weekend. Scotty had spent s lot of years on horseback, so he was happy to talk about my filly. When I said I didn’t have a saddle yet, he jumped right on it by saying that he had a nearly new saddle that he would loan me. That was a great help to me. Having 3 kids, rent, and a car payment was making it tough to save up any saddle money.

Scotty brought the saddle to work with him the next day. I was able to use the saddle for several months before I returned it. My wife, Pat, had come down with San Joaquin Valley fever. That’s a respiratory disease caused by breathing in spores from horse dung. I thought I was going to lose Pat. She finally recovered, but I sold the horse, and that’s when I returned Scotty’s saddle. It was generous of him to let me use it.

Scotty and I never visited each other at home. He lived about 20 miles north of our work place, and I lived about 20 miles in the opposite direction. Scotty and I maintained our work friendship for a couple more years until I left the company. A really nice guy.

Dave Thomas

10/19/2023

In June of 1944, my maternal grandfather, George F. Sicks drove from his home in Los Angeles to Iola, Kansas to visit his dad and his siblings. After the visit to the family farm, he drove to Augusta, Kansas to see my mom and the rest of us. The plan was for him to drive my mom, Dad, sister Sylvia, and me to Los Angeles for a vacation. Dad had a two-week vacation coming, and the rest of us would spend a month in L.A. with him.

Thinking about it now, I’m not sure how Grandpa made that trip. The car was fine. It was a 4 door 1942 Pontiac. The 1942 cars came out in September of 1941, and were the last cars produced after World War II started in December of 1941 until production until production started up again in 1946. The thing that bothers me is that gasoline was rationed, rubber tires were rationed, and so was just about everything else.

My Dad was working at the Socony Mobil Refinery in Augusta. The refinery was classified as being crucial to the war effort, and that’s why my dad wasn’t in the service. He was given a draft classification that kept him from enlisting. Dad tried twice to enlist, but the job and the fact that he had two kids and a heart murmur didn’t help.

At the time of the trip, I was seven years old, and would be eight two months later in August. My sister, Sylvia, was a year younger than I.

When we got to L.A., Granddad turned out to be a fantastic tour guide. He took us to see all the things we had heard of and many we hadn’t. For instance, we saw Hollywood, Venice, Santa Monica, the corner of Hollywood and Vine, the Hollywood Canteen, the Hollywood Bowl, the La Brea Tar Pits, the Coliseum Museum, Knott’s Berry Farm where Grandpa knew Walter Knott, the Brown Derby Restaurant, the Griffith Observatory, Olvera Street, and much more.

When vacation days ran out, Dad caught a bus home. The rest of us were lucky in that we had two more weeks, and Grandpa had more sightseeing planned for us.

One day, Grandpa told us to gather up all the pennies we could find because he was taking us to the Santa Anita Racetrack, and he was going to teach us how to bet on the horses and bet them to win, place, or show. There wasn’t much of a crowd that day, but we did see the actor, Pat O’Brien when we came in. Grandpa said that, according to the newspaper, Pat O’Brien was a regular there.

We were busy with our handicapping when some people came down the aisle to the left of us. They were talking and laughing pretty loudly, so naturally we looked to see what was going on. There were two men, three women, and a baby. My Mom turned to us and said, “That woman carrying the baby is Betty Grable.”

Everyone knew who Betty Grable was, even little kids. She was the most famous pinup girl of World War II. Everyone had seen her picture and most of the servicemen had that picture in their locker or footlocker. Also, the whole world knew the story of her legs being insured for a million bucks.

We all took a good look at her as she was only about 15 feet from us, and then Sylvia and I went back to studying the horses. After a few minutes, Mom said, “Don’t listen to her, Kids. She’s cussing like a trooper.” We didn’t pay any attention to her as we were busy with the horses.

It was a big day for us, seeing a big-time movie star and watching horse races. I think Sylvia won all the money. She was always better at gambling than I was. Though the races were fun, there was so much boring time between races I vowed to never go again, and I haven’t.

Dave Thomas 10/12/2023

I was born and raised in a small town in Kansas that had a population of about 5,000. We didn’t have the ethnic groups like you find in the big cities in the East. There were no Irish neighborhoods, Italian neighborhoods, black neighborhoods, barrios, or Jewish communities. We did have a half dozen Mexican families, a couple of Jewish families, and a couple of Indian families (the Native American name wasn’t used when I was a kid.) These families were scattered throughout the town. People lived where they liked and where they could afford. The largest group of kids were the Mexican Americans. They were all smart, good-looking, and well-liked. I never heard of any racial strife, and hope my friends never had to put up with it.

I was in third grade when a boy named Jackie Glass joined the class. Jackie was the first Negro (they weren’t called African American then) I had ever met. I had seen Negro people when we went to Wichita. Discussing it with my parents afterword, they told me that black people were just like us and just wanted to work and raise their families and enjoy life. That was good enough for me.

Jackie and I liked each other immediately and hung out together at morning and afternoon recess and lunch times. We didn’t become full-time buddies because we lived on opposite sides of town, and being only eight years old, neither of us was permitted to range that far.

One Saturday morning, my mom, Dad, sister, and I were downtown and bumped into Jackie and his parents in front of Cooper’s Rexall Drugs. The adults introduced themselves and visited for a couple of minutes while we kids talked. That was the only time I saw Jackie outside of school.

As the weather got cooler, we all started wearing our coats and hats. Most of the guys wore stocking caps, but Jackie and I were different. He had a cap that I thought was really cool. It was small, knitted, and flat and had a small bill. This was during World War II, and I had an aviator’s helmet that was made of leather, fleece-lined and with ear straps. Jackie liked my head gear as much as I liked his, so we traded at recess and lunch. We knew our folks wouldn’t let us trade permanently, so we just enjoyed the time at school.

About this time, I was introduced to racism and ignorance. One of my classmates pulled me aside and said that his mother told him I shouldn’t wear that boy’s hat because I might catch something. Even at eight years old, I knew that was a stupid thing to believe.

As I said, Jackie and I were friends in 3^rd grade. I’m not sure when he and his folks moved on. It must have been tough to not have another kid in town that looked like yourself.

Looking back, I can see that this time with Jackie made an important contribution to my education as a real person. That’s why I remember him.

Dave Thomas

10/5/2023