How did San Diego football fans feel when the Chargers fled the city after 55 years of investing time and money into the team? This poetic Ode by Patty Mooney reveals all in her clever addition of every American football team as a backdrop to the pain felt by San Diego football fans in the aftermath.
We used to attend the VSDA (Video Software Dealer Association) conventions to market our video titles. Back in 1996 we were there to promote our newest title, “Full Cycle: A World Odyssey,” the around-the-world adventures of an intrepid mountain bike couple (guess who?) The show gained a large measure of success in that it won 13 international awards; however, for various reasons it never aired on broadcast television. My feeling was that it was too far ahead of its time.
Happiness is the end goal of most humans. “Whatever makes you happy!” is something my dad always used to say as I was growing up. Along with “That’s better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick” or “You can be right but you can be dead right.” It’s funny how those little adages can stay with you for decades.
When my father, Joe Mooney, won a movie camera for his sales prowess at Chrysler, back in 1958, it was my mother (aka “Motown Magi” Mooney) who learned how to operate it. She filmed our family visits and other special occasions. She filmed us on our wagons, tricycles and bicycles. She filmed us doing The Twist when The Beatles were all the rage. She filmed weddings, birthdays, funerals. With practice, she got pretty good at capturing the important moments.
I think we all feel that if jurors were justly compensated for their time and expenses (mileage, parking, lunch) there would be people lined up around the block to perform this civic duty. But I could see when I walked into the Courtroom lobby that they don’t even have enough money to fix their clock. At 8:45 AM it was stuck on “5:15.” Well, at least it’s correct twice a day.
A few years ago I spoke to a college class of women who wish to enter the video production industry. But they had trepidations about the male-domination aspect. When there’s a room containing ten men and myself, all I can say is, I like the odds. But joking aside, video production is an industry that chose me. And now that I’ve been a part of it since 1982, I don’t even think about being in the minority as a woman. Maybe it’s because talent has no sex, no race, no creed. Talent is talent.