I was a Dreamer, before it was Cool!

My immigrant story; I immigrated to the U.S. in 1963. I was four years old, we came from Argentina as Permanent Residents. My parents, through an Uncle, were connected with the Argentine and the Jewish Communities in L.A. My first memories were of an apartment somewhere in Hollywood. They had good candy! We ended up in Reseda and I longed for the other side of the Hill where the Sweets were. Hollywood, someone once said was "an imaginary place in a made up land". I grew up expecting my life would be like a movie.

Typical American childhood with a gang of guys hanging out and occasionally causing some mischief The main difference in my childhood was we moved several times due to my parents economic fluctuations until Sr High School. I was a mediocre student at best, I suspect I am on the Spectrum somewhere. At the age of ten, or so, I found books, Libraries and Book stores everywhere. Even though I think I resembled more a baboon then a bookworm it expanded my exploration of the world and other places and times immensely.

That physique allowed me to work to get books and other luxuries, I lived in the moment before that was Cool too and way after. So after gragiatin from H.S. I went into the trades, as many young men in Cali did at the time. I had a friend named Chuck and his brother Jeff, we smoked a lot of Weed, remember this was the 70's in the Hollywood Hills. That went on for nearly a decade. Construction work weed smoking, reading, eating, sleeping with a book in my bed that went on for another decade. When the internet came on line even dial up promised to connect to an ever growing library of data for this data/story addict. This went on till now. Many different houses but no Home.

So a little a little Jewish kid from Argentina, whose father escaped Nazi Germany, ends up a well informed construction worker who smoked dope before that was legal but not before It was cool, it was it was cool long before I was born. I learned early to expect rapidly changing circumstances and that model translated into a Gypsy lifestyle for me. So I and my father and countless fathers before have been yearning to return home or feel some sense of, Home security that can not be taken away by coercion, force. or the economic circumstance.

Recently I've found a snug harbor helping to care for a young man with Autism. I've been Dreaming of Home all my life, but could never afford to buy a piece of the earth. I've devised ways for more people to own the means to meet their needs in an effort to give away what I want most a Home, family, tribe and the resources to provide for an absence of necessity. I Dream of Freedom.

If you would like to read my views on resource allocation inequality, please browse my other articles. May you have a Home that will be yours as long as your family line exists.