Last week for nostalgia Tuesday I presented a storyboard for   MY LIFE .  Today, I will complete it.  Note that the title has been adjusted, and will involuntarily someday need a finalization, as I have suggested. MY LIFE:  I'm not into anything like astrology, but the following sounds about right for me. I will be 84 this year.  I was born in 1940, and I have noticed that I had a challenging first half of my life, scrambling to keep up and lucky to attain what I accomplished.  Hmmm...how do I get rid of all those  I s?  Life got better from the age of 42, and has continued to improve to today. Started great, actually, for here is one calculation that the odds of me being born was 1 in 400,000,000,000,000, or 4 times 10 to the 14th power. But that was from Instagram, not a credible source.   Science Alert  uses that beginning analysis and goes on to say that the real odds of anyone being born is  1 in 10 to the 2,685,000th power .  Keep in mind that there are only 10 to the 80th po

I grew up using pidgin english, a special creole version mixing-up English, Hawaiian, Chinese and Japanese.  The latter two ethnicities were the earliest sugar workers from the mid-1880's.  Here is a 40-year old book,   Pidgin to da Max , by Douglas Simonson. If you're local, this form of conversation was necessary to fit-in to your neighborhood society.  I lived in Kakaako, where at least 90% of the occupants were Japanese.  Thus, our pidgin was somewhat different. Pidgin was a hindrance when you left for the mainland, for this variety of speech impediment labeled you as different, and probably inferior.  Hated speech, and was intimidated from saying much in classes at Stanford.  However, there was one course that was giving me the most trouble, Freshman English.  I got C's at best on my first two essays.  My speaking was not only tarnished, but this carried over into what I read and wrote.  My teacher called me in one day and inquired from where I came.  I said Hawaii, an