Monthly Archives: November 2009

My Greatest Teacher

I’ve lost my best teacher and a really good friend.

Eda Mae Sagar

Eda Mae Sagar, my grandma, passed away on Nov. 8 at the age of 94.

She looked out for me a lot when I was a kid, and made an extra effort to expose me to the wider world — both through travel and an open-minded world view.

She was a great cheerleader, and was thrilled to hear the latest news about her great grandchildren, A. and C. She loved to talk to A. on the phone, or learn the latest words that little C. is saying.

She was very happy that I’m now teaching journalism at City College. Education was always a big deal for her, and that made me take it seriously from a young age.

She was curious about life, which made me the same way. Her thirst for information, love of reading and appreciation of everyday things made a huge impact on me, and played a big role in my pursuit of journalism.

She got a kick out of hearing about my job at KCRA, and I still remember how much fun she had sitting on the anchor set in the studio when I gave her a tour of the station.

She would often clearly declare how proud she was of me. She said it again and again. It was just nice to hear. Everyone needs someone like that.

This morning for a split second I thought about calling her, as I sometimes did on Saturdays. But I quickly realized I couldn’t.

To say I’m going to miss her is the biggest understatement I could make.

I’ll always be grateful for all that she gave.


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Night Of Snake Eyes

Our neighborhood was swarming with trick-or-treating ninjas last night. And at least one zombie, a few princesses and a Batman or two.


A. was right there in the mix. He dressed up as Snake Eyes, a G.I. Joe ninja commando in a black bodysuit who, at least on Halloween, was on a mission for candy.

Snake Eyes was definitely the costume of the year in our little corner of the Pocket. We saw at least three other Snake Eyes guys.

“It was like somebody duplicated us,” A. said later.

Sometimes the only way to tell A. from others dressed like him was the big Trader Joe’s bag he carried around to collect sweets.

We met up at dusk with a group of other kids, mostly from A.’s school.

Little C. came along as well, the youngest of the bunch. She was dressed up as the world’s cutest bumble bee, visiting a few houses for treats and then settling into her wagon, which L. and I took turns pulling along. C. rode along like a princess, diving into her haul of candy.

The pack of kids roamed the neighborhood, and we parents stood out on the sidewalk watching as they collected their haul at each door.

At one point, we found a home where the garage was turned into a haunted house. Very cool stuff: a bowl of pasta with eye balls (A. insisted they were real), a skull with a snake coming out and some scary sounds.

It was the best of trick-or-treat nights, with a nearly full moon and clear skies. I walked along in short sleeves, enjoying the pleasant fall night.

The best thing for me is the loot. A. is very generous. When he got home home, he spent a long time sorting out his candy. He saves the Kit Kats and Almond Joys for me. Mommy gets the Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.

He is a good boy, and the kindest of ninjas.

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