As usual, I am on the wrong device to share the appropriate photo to illustrate my thoughts. Autumn is a special time of year here in northern Idaho. The foliage is turning slowly to gorgeous shades of saffron, carmine and magenta. The very air seems a different hue from the brighter light of summer. Nights are chilly, and the mosquitoes are circling with hungry attention at the doorways.
The Golden Altar of the Universal World Church has nothing to do with Fall in the panhandle. The church at Beverly and Alvarado in the beating heart, the geographical center of Los Angeles is long gone. I miss Dr. O. Lee Jaggers and his lovely wife, Miss Velma. The small photo displayed here is a relic of our years long ago in Orange County, California. Sunday mornings in Huntington Beach were enlivened by the heart felt, goofy sermons broadcast regularly from LA. How I wish we had owned a video recorder in those days so that we might relive the inspiring, “UFOs and the Creatures Who Fly Them”, and “Baby Fay” of baboon butt infamy.
Dr. Gene Scott was another frequent lecturer on our television. His cigars and layers of spectacles amused us no end. We still stop and say, “Gene Scott” whenever we hear a jaunty, blues melody similar to his background music, the soundtrack for getting “on those telephones!”
Ah, but time passes, the seasons change, and so does televangelism. We watch very little television, and what we do catch is usually several years behind what is current, since Roku and Netflix are our enablers. Our ancient Sony Wega still has rabbit ears and a pregnant silhouette. We gave up on cable service after the first year’s special price ballooned to an insupportable cost.
Now I entertain myself watching the leaves and the mushrooms on our property. It’s good to be closer to nature. I do not miss southern California.