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Comforting In-Flight Entertainment

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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The in-flight movie screen for Seat 19-B was out of order.

This would have been less bothersome had the passenger in 19-B not brought along a book that he realized, about two chapters in, he had already read.

This, in turn, would have been less bothersome had this recent flight not been from Southern California to New Zealand, a flight of more than 13 hours, a flight so long it took off Wednesday night and landed Friday morning with Thursday disappearing into thin air at 35,000 feet somewhere over the Pacific Ocean.

This would have been less bothersome if the passenger in 19-B was able to sleep on planes and thus had napped through the airborne boredom, and through stretches of rollercoaster-like hair-raising turbulence, until waking up Down Under.

All of this would have been less bothersome if the passenger in 19-B was not me.

And all of this changed for the better when the person in Seat 18-C, one row ahead of me and directly across the aisle to the right, opened a generously sized canvas book bag and, as if it were Mary Poppins’ magical bottomless carpet bag, from it started pulling out an arts and crafts store shelf worth of skeins of yarn – green, gold, red, and two shades of blue – and wooden knitting needles.

Suddenly I was in a time machine transported back half a century, while simultaneously in a flying machine heading forward 6,000 miles, thinking of my mom who was an accomplished knitter. One of the last gifts she gave me before passing away three decades ago was a gorgeous afghan the color of hot chocolate, made lighter by melted marshmallows, with a seashell pattern and tassel fringe.

This knitter, however, reminded me nothing of my mom. For starters, he looked more like a stereotypical motorcycle club member than someone in a knitting club. In his forties, I guessed, unshaven for two days I also guessed, toe to top he wore black boots, blue jeans, faded brown T-shirt with a slightly torn seam on the left shoulder with the short sleeves stretched taut over large biceps, plus tattoo sleeves – a dog’s face, a rabbit wearing a dress, and a butterfly among the images I could make out – on both arms, and a battered baseball cap.

“It distracts me from my fear of flying,” Jason, as I later learned his name to be, shared when I leaned forward to compliment his handiwork/artwork.

Watching him knit was a pleasant distraction for me as well, as calming and entertaining as watching fish in an aquarium.

Jason began by rolling the five skeins into a single ball that speedily grew from a marble into a baseball into a grapefruit into a good-sized cantaloupe that looked like a miniature globe of Earth. More than once, he had to pause his spinning hands in order to untangle a skein that had become as snagged as a back-lashed fishing line in a reel.

Once the knitting began, the two needles flicked and clicked like flashing swords in a Robin Hood fight, all whilst Jason’s fingers danced and his wedding band glinted, and row by row the scarf or sweater or afghan grew, its colors changing at random with some sections wide and others narrow, a yarn sunset unfurling on his lap.

“What are you making?” I asked after we landed.

“A sweater,” Jason answered. “For me.”

He paused and smiled and his round wire-rimmed glasses made him look like a poet or professor, or a knitter certainly, and added: “But my wife will probably steal it.”

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

“Cupid” Story Better Than “OK”

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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On the eve of Valentine’s Day, this love story from my column archives five years ago, slightly updated, seems appropriate to share again…

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If the weather app on your phone says 92-percent chance of rain, you had best take along your umbrella or wear a raincoat.

If Netflix ranks a movie title a 92-pecent match with your viewing history, it is only a coin toss you will actually like it.

And if an online dating site finds you a 92-percent match, I would suggest you go meet someone the old-fashioned way at a party, park, bookstore or grocery aisle.

To begin with, if “opposites attract” should you not want more like a 12-percent match? Perhaps dating algorithms take this into account, but I am still a naysayer.

Without ever having used one, my complaint with dating apps is not that they are not good matchmakers but rather that they are raining on one of my favorite things to do when introduced to a couple. Be they engaged or newlyweds or married for decades, I love to ask: “How did you meet?”

Almost without fail, their faces light up and I am treated to a story they love to tell. Quite often it is more entertaining than a movie rom-com. Alas, how does a meet-cute happen in cyberspace?

Let me tell you how. Actually, I shall let my daughter Dallas tell you. As a teaser trailer, imagine “You’ve Got Mail” with Meg Ryan’s book-loving “Shopgirl” character played by an equally adorable girl who loves books and sunflowers. Meanwhile, cantankerous Joe Fox is played by a good-looking young man as likeable as the real-life Tom Hanks.

Spoiler alert: The sunflower-loving girl, a Dodgers fan by the way, and the young man who has loved the Oakland A’s since boyhood, have now been married nine years and have two daughters ages 7 and 3.

And so, with February being the month of “Love and Romance” and Cupid and Valentine’s Day, I now turn the column over to Dallas:

“One night in late January 2014, ‘Sunflowergirl87’ was browsing OkCupid when she came across a photo of a handsome guy with a bird on his shoulder, ‘OaktownA’sFan,’ who the dating-site algorithm declared was a 92% match. She decided to reach out with a message.

“ ‘Hi! I was really drawn to your profile – you seem like such a genuine, adventurous, glass-half-full person, and I just wanted to reach out and say hello…’

“OaktownA’sFan read this sincere, heart-on-her-sleeve message and immediately knew this girl had not been online dating for long, because she sounded way too optimistic and friendly. ‘I better swoop her up fast,’ he thought.

“ ‘Hi there! Thank you for such a sweet and thoughtful message. I would love to meet up for coffee or tea sometime!’

“They messaged back and forth a little bit – about Dallas’s writing, Allyn’s sustainable business MBA studies, dogs, random acts of kindness – before OaktownA’sFan (‘my name is Allyn, pronounced Alan’) asked sunflowergirl87 (‘my name is Dallas, like the city’) out for ice cream at Lottie’s Ice Cream Parlor in Walnut Creek.

“Their first date, on February 1, was a rainy evening – not the best weather for ice cream, but neither of them minded. Allyn ordered the adventurous flavor with cayenne pepper in it. Dallas ordered something chocolate. Allyn was so attentive asking Dallas questions that she talked and talked and talked and her ice cream all melted. They walked down the street to Starbucks to talk longer because neither felt ready to say goodbye yet.

“The next day, Allyn asked Dallas out on a second date.

“Soon after that, they both disabled their OkCupid accounts.”

Me again: I love a cute love story, don’t you?

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

Mom’s Act Remains North Star

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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My mother, bless her honey-sweet steel-strong soul, would be 93 years old had she not died fully half my lifetime ago at age 60. I have been thinking of her even more than usual, not because of her birthday or anniversary of her passing, but because I keep imagining her at an “ICE Out” demonstration.

Indeed, were she alive today, there is no doubt in my heart that Mom would be in the streets marching. Even if she were in a wheelchair, she would be standing up for her fellow man and fellow woman and fellow child, be they Americans with Mayflower roots or naturalized citizens or undocumented immigrants, be they Black or brown or white or green or blue or polka-dotted.

My mom felt injustice to one was injustice for all. It was not lip service from her always-Revlon-red-painted smile, either. She walked the talk. She would have hidden Anne Frank. That is a bold statement, but I believe it with my every fiber.

One story goes a long way in telling you why, from when I was growing up to this very day in spirit, Mom has always been my North Star. It happened a long, long time ago, in the previous century, in 1949, in the Midwest, when Auden – more than a decade before she became my mom – was in high school.

There was a must-go-to prom party and Auden was thrilled to be invited. But her excitement evaporated faster than wet footprints on the scorching cement deck of a swimming pool in August after she found out her good friend Trish had not received an invitation.

Auden’s disappointed sizzled into red-hot anger when she learned why Trish was excluded: because she was Jewish.

Understand, this was not just the party of the year, it was The Party of The Senior Class’s High School Lives. No matter. If Trish was not welcomed, then Auden would not go either. Instead, she invited Trish to her house for their own two-person celebration.

Sometimes, far too often I think, we think one voice or one small act cannot make a big difference. We are wrong. My mom’s mini party turned out to be The Biggest PartyOf Allas a growing cascade of classmates followed her example.

“Injustice,” Mom told me often, “is everyone’s battle.”

I am proud to be my mom’s son and I am proud also to have raised a son who would step in to help a young woman if she were shoved to the ground, that he would ask “Are you okay?” and shield her from further harm. In other words, to be like Alex Pretti who, in the process of his kindness, was recently shot dead by federal agents.

Yes, that could have been my son. And if stepping in to aid a person at a protest demonstration can get you shot in the head while you are being held on the ground, then my daughter is not safe either for she, too, has an alloy of compassion and courage just like her Grandma Auden. Nor are my daughter-in-law and son-in-law safe, for they also are marchers against injustice.

If the First Amendment is no more valued than an old grocery list and journalist Don Lemon is not safe from arrest, than neither am I.

If I am not safe, neither are you.

If you are not safe, neither are your loved ones and friends and neighbors and coworkers and on and on.

What would your own mom want you to do during these trying times?

I know mine’s answer.

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

Pier Bench Is My New Favorite

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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Continuing the benches theme from the past few weeks, here is a column from my archives from four years ago…

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Do you have a favorite bench?

If so, as I reckon you do, where is it? A short walk from work where you escape for coffee breaks? In a park, perhaps, under a lovely shade tree in the company of songbirds? Or maybe in a cemetery where a bench becomes an outdoor pew?

I had a favorite bench in college, on the edge of campus at the University of California Santa Barbara, high on a bluff overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Its wooden seat slats sagged a little from age and were a lot weathered by the salty sea air, but the view was anything but threadbare. Indeed, it was a beautiful spot to contemplate a poor test; brood a dating breakup; or simply rest and savor the panoramic scene after a run on the beach below.

Coincidentally, I found a bookend favorite bench on another college campus many years later. Specifically, the University of Southern California’s Founders Park which boasts one specific tree from all 50 states. In this idyllic setting, sitting on a shaded wrought-iron bench on a near weekly basis for nine years – my daughter’s and son’s four-year undergraduate enrollments overlapped one year, plus the latter’s two years of MBA study – I would wait with happy anticipation for classes to get out so we could have lunch together.

Now I have a new favorite bench, one of 49 skirting the historic Ventura Pier. This one is perhaps a third of the way out, on the right-hand side, and affords a spectacular north-facing view towards Surfers Point. Importantly, it has a brass plaque on the top wooden back slat dedicated to: Larry “Coach” Baratte.

Along with two of his “How To Live Rules” – Each Day Is A Blessing and Give Of Yourself And You Will Receive Ten Times In Return – the plaque features a compass rose. The latter is truly fitting because Larry was a human North Star for countless people before brain cancer, after a long war, claimed his precious life at age 60 on May 14, 2020.

The memorial bench was a gift this past Christmas from Larry’s widow, Beth, to their three adult sons, Chase, Collin, and Cole. Making it all the more special is that Larry and Beth talked about it before he passed.

Sitting on “Larry’s Bench” quiets my soul. As the timbers below shudder pleasantly in rhythm with the waves, I like to watch the world spin by. I watch beach runners on shore and dog walkers on the promenade and fishermen further down the pier.

And, of course, I watch the surfers. I watch them straddling their boards, waiting, waiting, rising and dipping as if sitting on an aquatic merry-go-round, then doing their water-walking magic.

Too, I imagine Larry in the distance, in the cove, in the curl of a wave riding a surfboard. Better yet, I see him directly below, swimming around the pier for a workout. Best of all, I feel him sitting next to me, sharing his wisdom and his laugh and his friendship.

Inspired by the myriad of pencils visitors continually place in homage on Henry David Thoreau’s gravestone in Sleepy Hollow Cemetery in Concord, Mass., on my most recent visit to “Larry’s Bench” I left behind a coach’s whistle hanging by its lanyard. Maybe this small gesture, or perhaps swim goggles, will catch on. It is pretty to wish so.

Pretty, certainly, is the view. Indeed, “Larry’s Bench” is a most lovely place to take a break from the world’s hustle and bustle and reflect on why “Each Day Is A Blessing.”

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

Epilogue: New Free Book Bench

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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Let me begin by borrowing the signature phrase of the late, great radio broadcaster Paul Harvey, “And now the rest of the story…”

Two weeks past in this space I shared the tale of a unique bench I happened upon while out for a run on a woodchip path in Redondo Beach. Situated in the shade of trees, with the salty perfume of the nearby ocean in the air, what made this bench special was that three mornings in a row I found a single book, different each day, resting on the wooden slat seat and bearing a Post-It Note reading: “Free! Good Book. Enjoy Me!”

The first two offerings – “Tuesdays With Morrie” and “Angela’s Ashes,” good books indeed – I had already read. The third book, on the final day of my visit, “The Old Man by the Sea” by Domenico Starnone – not to be confused with Ernest Hemingway’s “The Old Man and the Sea” – was new to me so I took it.

I also took away something else: inspiration to leave a free book on a bench for someone to take and enjoy.

And I knew the perfect bench.

It is about a mile, as the crow flies, from my front door and indeed has crows – and hawks and hummingbirds, osprey and owls, gulls and geese, on and on, even an occasional golden eagle – flying overhead, for the bench is in Ventura’s Harmon Canyon Preserve.

More specifically, this bench is a five-minute stroll from the preserve’s Foothill Road entrance, a relatively flat walk on a dirt pathway wide enough for hikers and trail runners and mountain cyclists. Tucked around a bend, and northwestward facing, it is an idyllic spot to sit and watch the sun set behind the foothills. Directly behind the bench is a sycamore tree, too young now to provide shade, but one day, Nature willing, it will grow into a Joyce Kilmer poem and afford a canopy of coolness to those who find respite here.

All of which is to say this is a most lovely bench, as it must be, for it is a memorial for a most lovely person, Suz Montgomery, who five years ago at age 73 succumbed to cancer after a lengthy courageous battle.

Not long ago, after a long fundraising effort, Suz’s Bench became a reality and a dedication ceremony was held with nearly a hundred family members and friends – Suz had a magical gift of making the latter feel like the former – gathering during a sunset that was so gorgeous it made you think Suz was somehow responsible, once more making those who loved her smile.

Suz’s Bench has become one of my favorite sanctums, a place to escape the busyness of life, a place to savor fresh air and postcard scenery and listen to avian symphonies and watch birds float on updrafts like feather kites and, of course, a tranquil place to read.

Inspired by the free book bench on the woodchip running path in Redondo Beach, I have started leaving books now and again on Suz’s Bench, one at a time, each with a Post-It Note: “Free! Take Me! Enjoy!” Because my dear friend died before my debut novel “The Butterfly Tree” was published, it was my wistful first offering.

I hope the recipients have enjoyed these token tomes and that other hikers follow in kind in giving so this becomes the littlest of Little Free Libraries – Suz’s Free Book Bench – because I think she would have liked that.

“And now you know,” as Paul Harvey would conclude, “the rest of the story.”

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

A Magical Blizzard Of Leaves

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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From Woody’s column archives, early January of 2021…

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The other day, shortly before autumn turned the page to winter in Northern California, I caught my 2-year-old granddaughter Maya standing on the couch. Naturally, I joined her – not standing on the cushions, for I was wearing shoes, but kneeling and facing backwards so as to look out the front picture window with her.

Maya likes to stand there, in stocking feet, watching for people to come home; watching for the mail carrier and delivery drivers; watching for the garbage truck. Watching, watching, watching the world parade by.

I highly recommend it. You should try it sometime for the little girl is onto something. Her big window surpasses a jumbo flat-screen TV, which she is not allowed to watch. Wise parents she has.

So there my dear Magnificent Maya and I were, standing and kneeling side by side and watching together when the most magical thing happened – it started to snow. The snowflakes were larger than Maya’s small hand spread wide, almost the size of a slice of bread, and they were golden and red and orange and 50 more hues of honey and flame and sunset. It was a blizzard painted by Monet.

I grew up in the Midwest with autumns of a brilliance we do not enjoy in Southern California, and I have seen the “Fall Colors” on the East Coast, but never before had I witnessed a tree shed its leaves as quickly as a person shrugging off a winter coat.

One instant the majestic maple across the street was chock-full, the next moment it was naked as a jaybird sans even a jay perched on a bare limb. I exaggerate only barely, for it was like watching a time-lapse video. In a span of five minutes, 50 percent of the leaves fell without pause. Five minutes more and 90 percent of the foliage covered the ground.

A strong gusty wind was not even the cause. The full assemblage of leaves had been rustling softly on the branches like wind chimes in a gentle breeze when, all of the sudden, the chief leaf apparently shouted “It’s time!” and they all began letting go.

It was a bit like watching a fireworks finale and Maya and I rightly exhaled a few “ooohs” and ahhhs.” A passerby looking in the window would have surely seen bookend mouths agape with our eyes opened even wider in wonder.

If a tree can be compared to a poem, this lovely one was poetry in motion. And yet the poem that came to my mind was not Joyce Kilmer’s renowned “Trees” that famously begins: “I think that I shall never see / A poem lovely as a tree.”

Instead, I smiled remembering “Fantastic Fall” written in pencil, in neat printing, by Maya’s mommy when she was in fourth grade. It won the youth division of the Ventura Poetry Festival in 1998, still hangs in my writing study, and reads:

Fall is a great season, here is my reason:

The leaves on trees turn golden brown,

Then the leaves fall DOWN, Down, down…

You rake them into a giant hump,

Next comes the good part – jump, Jump, JUMP!

Leaves sail through the crisp autumn air,

And fall down, Down, DOWN everywhere!

As the leaves piled up, Up, UP, I dearly wanted to grab Maya’s small hand, and grab a rake, and gather a giant hump for her to jump, Jump, JUMP! into. Alas, we were already 10 magical minutes late for her dinner.

Come next Fantastic Fall, I think we will let the food grow cold, Cold, COLD!

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

“Free! Very Good! Read Me!”

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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Good books can help you run away from wherever you are, but the reverse happened to me a short while ago: running brought me to good books.

Here is how it happened…

While spending a few days visiting my son’s family in Redondo Beach, I went for my daily run on a local woodchip path that is popular for good reason as it so near the ocean as to carry salty perfume in the air and furthermore is amply lined on either side by trees whose canopies form a tunnel of shade.

The pathway stretches for some four miles in a park-like median between two heavily trafficked roads. The cross streets are few and far between and not very busy, sans just a couple with stoplights, making the soft trail idyllic for clearing the mind and getting lost in one’s thoughts without worrying about four-wheeled vehicles.

Along the footpath are numerous wooden benches, all on the eastern side and facing toward sunset, most with memorial plaques on the backrests. On this recent morning, azure-skied and summertime-warm by 10 o’clock, one of the benches caught my attention. Specifically, I noticed a book resting on the slatted seat, all alone, its owner apparently having stepped away for a moment or, perhaps, accidentally forgot it behind entirely.

Curious of its title, but not so much so as to stop and look, I continued on my way without pause, enjoying the ease and rhythm of my stride, enjoying the sunshine, enjoying the shared company of numerous flitting monarch butterflies here and there as well as more than a few other runners plus many, many walkers. The latter were generally side-by-side in pairs, friends with slight spacing between them as they talked; couples closer together holding hands; moms pushing strollers; folks with dogs on leash; and, most memorably, an elderly woman alongside a younger man – her son perhaps, or a healthcare aide – lovingly helping her take a slow stroll using a wheeled walker that did not roll well at all on the woodchips.

After reaching the path’s distant endpoint, I turned around and headed back whence I began and when I came to the bench again the abandoned paperback was still there. Curiosity now got the better of me and I stopped, stepped close enough to see its title – Mitch Albom’s “Tuesdays With Morrie,” a memorable book I read years ago – then quickly resumed my run.

Next day, same path, same bench, but a different orphaned book: “Angela’s Ashes” by Frank McCourt. Newspapers discarded in public are common, even today as newsprint editions become more rare, but an abandoned book brings to mind a lost puppy in need of rescuing. Looking around and seeing no likely owner, only fellow runners and walkers and dogs, I picked up the hardback edition and on the back cover found a blue Post-It Note: “Free! Good Book. Enjoy Me!”

Having already read this Pulitzer Prize-winning memoir, I left it for someone else to find and enjoy for it is indeed a good book. The curator of this Little Free Library Bench was two-for-two in my eyes.

Third day in a row on these knee-friendly woodchips, my last run of this visit, I was greeted by an abandoned hardcover I initially thought was Ernest Hemingway’s quintessential “Old Man and the Sea” but in a beat realized it was actually “The Old Man by the Sea” by Domenico Starnone. Another blue sticky note read: “Free! Very Good! Read Me!”

Intrigued, I jogged off with it in hand.

Epilogue: It lived up to its Post-It Note review.

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

Young Year In Need Of Older Wisdom

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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On New Year’s Eve an old Irish tradition calls for opening your front door at midnight to let out the Old Year. Perhaps two nights past, it strikes me belatedly, we should also have opened the back door, side door and garage door, plus all the windows and even the chimney chute, because 2025 seemed to overstay its welcome like a rude party guest.

As we move forward in 2026, some wise words of inspiration might be welcomed, so here are some favorite quotes I have saved over the years for just such an occasion.

“This is a wonderful day. I have never seen this one before.” – Maya Angelou

“Write in on your heart that every day is the best day in the year.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Be soft. Do not let the world make you hard. Do not let pain make you hate. Do not let the bitterness steal your sweetness. Take pride that even though the rest of the world may disagree, you still believe it to be a beautiful place.” – Kurt Vonnegut

“Love is the bridge between you and everything.” – Rumi

“That best portion of a good man’s life: His little, nameless acts of kindness and love.” – William Wordsworth

“The hands of a clock can measure a long life, but it is our hands that can make it a good life.” – my son Greg Woodburn

“Enjoy the little things in life, for one day you’ll look back and realize they were big things.” – Kurt Vonnegut

“The purpose of life is not to be happy. It is to be useful, to be honorable, to be compassionate, to have it make some difference that you have lived and lived well.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

“If you don’t make an effort to help others less fortunate than you, then you’re just wasting your time on Earth.” – Wayne Bryan, my mentor and a role model of his words

“Great people are those who make others feel that they, too, can become great.” – Mark Twain

“If you can give nothing else, give encouragement.” – Wayne Bryan again

“All kids need is a little help, a little hope and somebody who believes in them.” – Magic Johnson

“A torn jacket is soon mended, but hard words bruise the heart of a child.” – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

“Remember that the most valuable antiques are dear old friends.” – H. Jackson Brown

“If there’s someone whose friendship you treasure, be sure to tell them now, don’t wait for a memorial service to say it.” Chuck Thomas, my dear predecessor in this space

“If you are planning for a year, sow rice; for a decade, plant trees; for a lifetime, educate people.” – Chinese proverb

“Don’t judge each day by the harvest you reap, but by the seeds that you plant.” – Robert Louis Stevenson

“To plant a garden is to believe in tomorrow.” – Audrey Hepburn

“Don’t tell me about your dreams of a castle, show me the stones you laid today.” – Wayne Bryan once more

“You ask me about the past, you ask me about the future, the only way to be happy is to be living right now.” – Yvon Chouinard

“You can’t go back and change the beginning, but you can start where you are and change the ending.” – C.S. Lewis

“Remember this, the choices you make in life, make you.” – John Wooden

“The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.” – Henry David Thoreau

“Time you enjoy wasting, was not wasted.” – John Lennon

“It’s okay to sometimes have cookies for breakfast.” – Woody Woodburn

“Wishing you a masterpiece New Year!” – me again

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.

Final Gift Sports Balls Tally Is…

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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Good Ol’ Saint Nick, when I was seven, came through with a purple stingray with a banana seat that I wished for, my first bicycle that was not a hand-me-down from my two older brothers. As magical as that morning was, however, my favorite Christmas is a tie between the last 25 or so thanks to you generous readers making “Woody’s Holiday Ball Drive” an annual success.

“Life is hard enough,” noted Lauren Siegel, who donated 15 smiles this year, “without a kid having to worry if he or she has a ball to play sports with.” Others making life easier for local kids include…

Steve Askay donated five balls “in memory of my granddaughter Mabel” who tragically died in an accident at age 6, and Rebecca Fox gave three balls “in memory of our dear friend Doris Cowart who lived an amazing 101 years!”

Shelly and Steve Brown gave one ball for each of their “six spectacular grands” who excitedly made the selections and Linda and Jerry Mendelsohn, with the shopping help of grandchildren Blakely, Asher, Garrick, Dannika, Parker and Joy, gave 28 balls.

Local coaching legends Joe Vaughan and Mickey Perry assisted with 10 basketballs; Kym King, “in memory of my beloved puppers Scarlett,” also donated 10; as did Mary and Rick Whiting; Lynne and Don Steensma likewise; and also Susan Hall.

Leslie and Mike De Los Santos donated 10 balls in memory of Leslie’s father, Arthur Seifert, “who enjoyed playing basketball on courts throughout the area until he was 80 years old.”

David Hilty, on behalf of The Bench Warmer, donated nine balls, as did Patricia and Paul Schuster “in honor of the coaches at Buena High School.”

Cathy and Gary Metelak “cheerfully” gave 11 balls; Bobbie and Dave Williams donated “with great pleasure” half a dozen; and Bobbin and Steve Yarbrough “happily” gave four, as did Sandie and Jim Arthur.

Brenda and Doug Terzian gave a dozen balls in honor of their daughters; Laura McAvoy and Sol Chooljian donated ten more; Kent Brinkmeyer added four; Colleen Scott gave three; and Chris Huseth added two.

Erin and Mike Powers donated five balls “in memory of Lance Eaton for his leadership of the Arc Foundation of Ventura County as well as his lifelong, unwavering support of people with intellectual and developmental disabilities.”

Ruth Vomund and Gary Tuttle donated two basketballs “in honor of Bob Tuttle and retired Nordhoff High coach Ted Cotti,” and Susan and Tom Doria donated half a dozen balls “in memory of Ventura College Hall-of-Fame coach and mentor Larry Baratte.”

Ann Cowan gave 10 basketballs in honor of her late husband Jim Cowan, and an anonymous donor gave a dozen “in memory of Jim Cowan and Dr. Jim Woodburn III: two wonderful men who are very much missed.”

Another anonymous donor gave 10 basketballs in memory of John Wooden, and Daniel Eggertsen, inspired partly by Coach Wooden’s “Pyramid of Success,” also donated 10, noting: “In an age of AI, gadgetry, and obesity, what better way to try and help keep our youth grounded to things that really matter – like the camaraderie and life lessons borne from sport.”

The Pleasant Valley-Somis-Camarillo Lions Club collectively gave 45 balls; Patrons of The Goebel Adult Community Center in Thousand Oaks gave 73; and in another group effort, a whopping 307 balls were donated by the “A Team” of family members and friends who wished to be acknowledged by first names only: “Mom” Alma, Allen and Alast, Michael and Reina, Rick and Nancy, Andy and Connie, Lou and Carmen, Alma and Tomas, Shaun and Ruth, John and Kellie, Phil and Charlene, Mike and Claudia, Steve and Mary Kay, Dave, Pamela, Dawn and Jim, Stan, Ron and Anita, Will and Heidi, Tina, Melissa and Todd, Michelle and Michael, Deborah, Achilles and Caren, Jesus, Lane, Kelly and Lisa, Rose and Jace, Ricky and Brenda, Garny, Maddie, Carlos and Cathy, Mike and Cathy, Eric, Paulina and Peter, and Juan.

Julie and Nick Sarris donated 40 balls “in memory of Sienna’s eternal spirit.”

Tennis Hall of Famers Mike and Bob Bryan, who have also been hall-of-fame supporters of this endeavor every single year since its inception, served up an array of 50 balls.

My oldest granddaughter Maya McAuley, 7, with great deliberation picked out a green soccer ball while her sister Auden, 3, carefully chose to give an orange one. Meanwhile, my two-year-old granddaughter Amara Woodburn selected four basketballs on behalf of herself and her five-month-old brother Jayden.

And now – drumroll, please – the final gift tally for 2025, surpassing last year’s previous record by 147, is 1,491 brand new sports balls joyous young smiles!

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @

Ball Givers Are Sweet As Lemonade

by Woody

Woody’s award-winning novel “The Butterfly Tree” is available at Amazon (click here), other online retailers, and orderable at all bookshops.

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“When I was growing up in North Carolina,” Joel Crawley reminisced in an email, “I lived in a poor neighborhood and none of the kids could afford to buy a baseball. We would improvise by using a broomstick and the plastic container which lemon juice came in that looked like a lemon. Thanks for doing Woody’s Holiday Ball Drive again to help out similar kids.”

Truth is, the thanks goes to Joel and Chris Crawley – who donated five new sports balls this year for local disadvantaged youth “in memory of Jim Cowan, a good man, a good educator, and a great Ventura Downtown Lions Club member for more than 30 years” – and the many, many other generous givers who include…

Katherine and Frank Anderson donated five basketballs, as did Sheila and Tom McCollum.

Some of the gifts for kids!

Kathy Long donated half a dozen assorted balls, as did Steve McFadden in memory of his dad, Harold – aka “Coach Mac,” one of my all-time favorite teachers I had for three years in middle school – noting: “It always makes me smile to know a deserving child might have a little better Christmas. My dad would love to be part of your ball drive.”

Fran and Kate Larsen also donated six balls; Signe Smale gave one ball for each of his five sports-loving grandchildren; Ethel Yim donated four balls; Bob Vrtis gave three; Sandy Berg gave two; and Mary Goodenough gave one ball.

Glen Sittel donated six balls in hopes of “increasing the fitness of the mind and body of kids”; Theresa and Steven Yamamoto donated three balls; Lynne and Keith Hooper donated one ball, as did Jenny Kinney; and the crew at J & H Engineering donated a dozen.

Peggy and Paul Graham gave five balls, as did Al and Carol Gross “in honor of Dick Utter and his 1949 CIF Ventura High School HS basketball team.”

An anonymous couple gave one dozen basketballs “in memory of Dr. Tom Turner, DVM – a youth coach, mentor to many, tireless volunteer, great family man and a shining example of a life well-lived!”

Mary Bemis gave a dozen balls “in memory of my son Michael who hit a Little League grand slam at Arroyo Verde Park in April of 1995 at age 11” and added: “It’s fun to picture the kids receiving their new baseballs, basketball, footballs and all!”

Ken and Elaine Lyle took some of their grandchildren shopping with Josh Lyle choosing two footballs to give, Corbin Spahr selected two soccer balls, and Brynlee Lyle picked out two volleyballs.

Keith R. Pillow donated five assorted balls “in commemoration of my father, Richard A. Pillow, who always attended every game of mine when I was younger. He was an active donor to many causes and nonprofits, especially those which benefitted and focused on children.”

Allison Johnson donated two balls “in honor of my brother Michael Demeter, a basketball player who would really like young players to enjoy the game as much as he does.”

In a family tradition originated by their “Grandpa Walt” Oliver 15 years ago when they were young, Elijah and Doc Ontiveros, together with Brandon and Tommy Kendlinger, donated 20 assorted balls “in loving memory of their cousin/brother Michael Kendlkinger.”

Sharon Kloeri, noting that “giving back to the community is such a blessing,” spearheaded a remarkable team effort that included her Sizzlin’ Senior exercise class, Port Hueneme Oceanview Pavilion Performing Arts Theatre by the Beach, Lions Club of Port Hueneme, Oceanview Adult Day Program, and Savvy Seniors Club 55, donated a collective avalanche of 410 balls.

“Once again this is our favorite time of year – specifically, making kids smile,” said Sally and Tom Reeder, who donated 14 smiles, while Geri and Katie, no last names given, donated 20 smiles.

Mia and Brad Ditto gave an assorted baker’s dozen, noting: “No kid should be without a ball of his or her own.” Indeed, thanks to so very many of you dear readers, a legion of local kids now have their very own brand-new sports ball – including some baseballs so they won’t have to pitch and hit a plastic lemon.

In fact, your generosity has been so great my acknowledgements list will be continued here next week – along with this year’s final ball tally of smiles.

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            BALL DRIVE NOTE: Balls ordered from Amazon often were missing gift notes from the senders, even when filled out online, so if you did not email me about your donated balls please do so at WoodyWriter@gmail.com so I can acknowledge your kindness in print.

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Essay copyrights Woody Woodburn

Woody’s new novel “The Butterfly Tree” is now available in paperback and eBook at Amazon (click here), other online bookstores, and is orderable at all bookshops.

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Woody writes a weekly column for The Ventura County Star and can be contacted at WoodyWriter@gmail.com. Follow him on Twitter and Instagram at @woodywoodburn.