Since I created my Facebook page nearly four years ago—I pretty much have kept the settings to the strictest possible. In recent times it’s been called “Friends Only.” I don’t like sharing some of my happenings, occurrences and whatnot with those not on my friends list, period. That’s just me, I guess.

So pretty much if someone was not on my friends list and they went to my profile—they just basically see this:

Pretty much nothing. Just my profile picture, my name, my gender, my Facebook url and a link to message me. That’s it.

But the other day I got a message from someone I did not know—and it was very seedy. This person messaged me in connection with a former employer of mine, namely Disneyland, and was greedily seeking sets of tickets to get into the park that he absolutely only wanted to pay bottom dollar for—almost beggarly. It was pitiful. Actually if I was still a current Cast Member, (Disneyland’s phrase for employee), and even entertained such an offer—that’d be immediate termination—without question.

But how did this joker know I was even connected with Disneyland…such as his message to me relayed? It took some research and I found out.

Despite, again, my settings having been set to “Friends Only”—apparently profiles show up when people search companies and schools/colleges/universities, etc. So this dude searched “Disneyland” and messaged who he saw fit.

So…I’ve taken further measures on Facebook to even distance myself from the intended use of the site, as to be enjoyed, and yet another lesson that the big, bad Internet is just that.

Me with Dolores Fuller in the Summer of 1998 in Pasadena, California.

It was a sad headline to read on Twitter yesterday—the Los Angeles Times stating that Dolores Fuller had passed away at 88 years of age. I didn’t think she was that old, but then again I’m not one who concerns myself with ages.

Dolores was a former actress and song writer best known from the Ed Wood era—who had starred in one of Wood’s most notable films, “Glen or Glenda.” She, for a time, was girlfriend to Wood until their relationship became a little troubled. Thanks to the 1994 Tim Burton film, “Ed Wood,” Fuller enjoyed late-in-life popularity that pretty much surged through most of the 90s thanks to various fan and celebrity conventions she attended. In fact it was one of those conventions where I had met her.

It was the summer of 1998 at a StarCon convention that used to be held at the Pasadena Convention Center. My brother Shawn went to the one in 1997, the summer prior, and he enticed me to go to that year’s show with him—and it was a lot of fun. So I got to meet and talk with Dolores Fuller for quite a long time. She had her husband there with her who assisted with the cash handling for her when fans purchased autographed pictures.

Dolores told me a lot about Ed Wood and her times with him, and like you can read in several interviews that she’s done, she left him because of his transvestism ways. She also told me about working with Elvis Presley and the many songs she wrote for him (that he also performed and recorded) along with other singing greats.

She even voiced her concerns on how she was represented in the 1994 “Ed Wood” film by Sarah Jessica Parker. She loved how Parker played her, but took great concern over the fact that she was portrayed as a smoker—when she vehemently declared she never smoked! Some descriptions and interviews online will exhibit Dolores as having been coarser about Parker’s portrayal of her, but that’s not how I got it firsthand from the lady herself.

After a while, as Dolores and I stood and chatted, she asked if I would like to take a picture with her. My brother was standing nearby talking to one of his old favorites, Brinke Stevens, and he came around to take the photo. Brinke and Dolores actually had their tables right next to one another at that StarCon show. Just before taking the picture, Dolores had me wait a second. She reached down to the back of her chair and grabbed a very fluffy, off-white garment that I quite didn’t make out at first.

It ended up being, (what I had never heard of before), an Angora sweater—made from the fur of rabbits. She said this was a very famous sweater and asked if it would have been okay if she draped it over my shoulder when we posed for the picture. So I figured “Why not,” and obliged. While the photo was being taken—she let me know that it was the sweater she and Ed Wood wore in “Glen or Glenda.” She said that when not appearing at these shows and conventions the sweater remained in a mini-freezer out on her patio of her Las Vegas home.

She said that one day I would remember this rare opportunity with such a cult classic artifact—and boy was she right. The picture at the top of this post shows the sweater over my right shoulder!

I later saw Dolores again, probably around 2003 or ’04, in North Hollywood. She was at another show, but she didn’t appear to be the same as when I first met her. I wondered to myself if she had taken ill, but she never looked to have done any future shows. The news of her death did indicate that she had passed away due to a very long illness.

She was a rare gem, that’s for sure.

A rose in my front yard...from two grafted bushes I made in 1996.

Well I’ve neglected the ol’ website—but here I am. It’s been a long week since I arrived back home to Orange County a week ago yesterday. The drive was pretty decent leaving Phoenix. I left just before sunrise on Saturday, April 30th at 5am and got to the Arizona/California border in roughly three hours. All in all I made the trip in 7hrs, 45mins. Hit about 40-45 minutes of traffic along the I-10 West in Yucapia— due to a multi-car collision. But well before that I made my quick-stop for gas, in Quartzsite, which was a stop and go for about five minutes. None the less the drive was long, but one I was glad to reach the finish line. Here’s a quick video I made just outside of Indio…

I was pretty deep in thought from the time I pulled out of Chandler through most of getting on past Buckeye. I reflected on my previous three years I spent in Phoenix. That’s three hot summers, three monsoonal seasons, three sets of holidays and actually—my 4th full month of April I spent by the time I left. It was a good three years and I think I’m a far better person for having done it.

I do want to say that I stayed a lot longer than most assumed I would, but I sure as heck left Arizona a lot sooner than I anticipated. When I moved there in very early ’08 I told myself that if I didn’t like the first hot summer, and if employment was gonna be an issue, then give it six months and head on back. Some of my old co-workers back in California thought I’d be back by no later than July that year. But if I made it that six months I also had said to myself that if I didn’t like it past March 2009—a whole year later—then yeah, head back.

I ended up exceeding both marks and stayed just over three years. The first summer in 2008 wasn’t so bad; it was hot. Average temperature between July and August was 112F. I loved the monsoons and couldn’t get enough of them. It was touch ‘n go for rain in 2008 during the monsoonal season at first, but it rained a good amount and quite frankly—it was the best lightning I ever saw.

The heat actually got to me a little bit towards the end of the summer in ’09. It just seemed more severe and longer-lasting. In fact the heat that year started much sooner than normal (100’s starting mid-May) and lasting through most of September. The weather cycle is something I paid close attention to and kept good track of during my time there.

The “nice” months in Phoenix, meaning not hot and well past the last frost, is usually the middle of February through most of April. The beginning of the major heat fluctuates, so to speak. For instance, in 2008, the hot-heat-hot (where it finally hits 100 and stays above it for most of the summer) began in June, and it cooled down considerably in late September. In 2009—it got really hot in mid-May and stayed that way through October. Last year in 2010 was much better in as far as when the heat began—which was mid-June.

I always looked forward to the end of October through most of April as the favorable months to keep the windows open in the house and drive with them down. Being a lifelong Californian that was something I missed being able to do in Arizona: having the windows open ALL YEAR LONG.

Gardening was sure something else in Phoenix. In California I was used to growing just about anything and everything that I liked. In Phoenix it was hit ‘n miss. Some stuff wouldn’t sprout or if it did—the first “heat wave” killed it off. The two best things that grew, and grew very well, were watermelon and jalapeno peppers! Keep them watered and they did just fine.

So this whole week that I’ve been back…I’ve actually kept quite busy. I’ve been in a training program to hopefully become a certified school bus driver for the school district here. A job that came highly recommended and though not easy by any means—I seem to be all for it! I’m still looking for a job to keep the money coming in while I cover my usual bills and day-to-day stuff. But none the less…this past one week has felt like I’ve been back now a month.

On to new and old California adventures…

What some of my friends back in California have found interesting, in my 3-4 years in having lived in Arizona, is that I made a good friend out of one of the state’s former governors.

In fact—its first female governor, ever.

Rose P. Mofford dedicated most of her work life, over fifty years worth, to the State of Arizona in working in various facets including the State Treasurer’s Office, Tax Department, Secretary of State’s office (later becoming the Secretary of State) and eventually became governor in 1988. Her gubernatorial predecessor, Governor Evan Mecham, was impeached by the Arizona State Senate and with Mofford having been Secretary of State—she ascended the governorship in April of that year.

Like former President Gerald Ford, Governor Mofford served the remainder of her predecessor’s term and worked to restore the people of Arizona’s faith in it’s government—and it worked.

Its been great knowing Governor Mofford these past two years and I would like to share this really wonderful video that was taped about eleven years ago. It featured her as 1999’s Arizona History Maker. It’s quite informative and sums up her life of service in about ten minutes! What the video doesn’t share is that while Governor Mofford served her term—she was actually known for answering her own phone. That is correct; back then if you direct-dialed the governor’s office (which you can still do as a citizen today, under current Governor Brewer), most times you would have had heard Governor Mofford on the other end, answering the call. You don’t see that in today’s world.

As she does say in the video…she still, to this day, handles all of her phone calls and correspondence herself. And when she called me yesterday to wish me well for my move back to California—she said she had tons to go through—among them being letters, cards and flowers. Just last week Governor Mofford was honored as AZ Magazine’s “Woman of the Year” for 2011!

We love her!

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