SNYDERMANIA: The 2015 HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES? Book Signing at the Hawthorne Historical Society

Sunday, November 1, 2015

The 2015 HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES? Book Signing at the Hawthorne Historical Society

Thought I'd post a few Hawthorne Historical Society book signing pics taken my good friend Bryan Frank and his protege, my daughter, Sophia.

The poster was created by my outstanding marketing man Mike Bender

Surfer, comic, rocket scientist, singer Keith Boyd belted out Beach Boys tunes like nobody's business.

The folks at the Hawthorne Historical Society said more than 125 people came out for a most excellent afternoon of nostalgia.

Most of the folks on hand grew up in or around Hawthorne.

Here I am with Frances 97 year-old Frances Stiglich. I was happy to support her campaign for a spot on the city council. She is one of the most inspirational people I've had the pleasure to meet. She came to Hawthorne in 1943 to work as a riveter for Northrop Aircraft. The old Northrop factory is now occupied Space X. Frances is trying to convince Elon Musk to send her into space for her 100th birthday.

I went to Saint Joseph's Catholic School with these beautiful people.

As for these characters, we did stand up comedy together in the 80s. We used to be pretty funny. Sometimes.

Family

It was a work day for my beautiful wife and daughters.

I used to run get into all kinds of trouble with these fellas.

With members of the Hawthorne Historical Society.

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NORTHERN EXPOSURE

Goethe's final words: "More light." Ever since we crawled out of that primordial slime, that's been our unifying cry: "More light." Sunlight. Torchlight. Candlight. Neon. Incandescent. Lights that banish the darkness from our caves, to illuminate our roads, the insides of our refrigerators. Big floods for the night games at Soldier's field. Little tiny flashlight for those books we read under the covers when we're supposed to be asleep. Light is more than watts and footcandles. Light is metaphor. Thy word is a lamp unto my feet. Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Lead, Kindly Light, amid the encircling gloom Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home- Lead Thou me on! Arise, shine, for thy light has come. Light is knowledge. Light is life. Light is light.

FIELD OF DREAMS

Well, you know I... I never got to bat in the major leagues. I would have liked to have had that chance. Just once. To stare down a big league pitcher. To stare him down, and just as he goes into his windup, wink. Make him think you know something he doesn't. That's what I wish for. Chance to squint at a sky so blue that it hurts your eyes just to look at it. To feel the tingling in your arm as you connect with the ball. To run the bases - stretch a double into a triple, and flop face-first into third, wrap your arms around the bag. That's my wish, Ray Kinsella. That's my wish. And is there enough magic out there in the moonlight to make this dream come true?