I produced this studio interview on a California Watch investigation for our Sunday morning news show.
Ryan’s report hit a little too close to my childhood home. It mentions what looks like a vicious case of patient abuse at Lanterman Developmental Center in Pomona.
Our elementary school bus had Lanterman on its afternoon route. This is the next stop for the bus driver before he dropped us off at my Ninang’s house. I remember students scrambling for seats in the back because they didn’t want to get stuck next to the patients. Eventually, I thought it was mean and petty. One afternoon, I didn’t give up my seat in the front. My classmates hissed at me to move before I got stuck next to a Lanterman Senior Citizen.
I ignored them. A glassy-eyed patient found a spot next to me. We didn’t say much to each other. I remember him smelling like old PJs. He looked peaceful. He wished me a good day and I returned the courtesy.
I always thought Lanterman was doing good things for these men and women. Now, I’m not so sure.
Feels like I’ve been doing a lot of cooking for the holidays.
Curious, did anybody get to go out this week and enjoy dinner at a fancy food spot? On Valentine’s Day, I left my fancy dress in the closet and ended up cooking. Dinner was nice and mellow.
During my work week, I’m in PJs and getting ready for bed before sunset. I have Vampire Diaries, Once Upon Time, books and my dog to keep me company. It feels like the rest of my world flows in another direction and I’m left alone with melatonin and bedtime tea.
It’s a good thing I have my Daisy at home while the rest of our friends and loved ones enjoy a night or two out on the town. She won’t let me do Happy Hour by myself.
After I close the doggie door in the kitchen, I can count on her to tuck me in.