Today marks 108 years since the #ArmenianGenocide . Over 1.5 million killed, including my relatives.
I am celebrating my 3rd birthday with my grandparents who fled, which is something they never did for themselves because all their records were destroyed.
You had limited options, go to Russia where Stalin "offered jobs" or to places like Aleppo, Syria.
Thankfully they chose Aleppo.
When my grandfather fled with his family, they were halfway there, but they realized they forgot his new born baby brother in his crib.
That man, my uncle/godparent was Zohrab Kaprielian.
He went on to become the VP of Engineering at @USC where Kaprielian Hall is named after him.
My grandmother was everything. Whatever English she knew came from American game shows and soap operas.
We never needed a translator, as I barely spoke Armenian, but we so understood each other so well and loved each other so much.
And damn could she cook.
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Sometimes I pinch myself when I look back at the people I worked with who I admired as a kid.
I repped David Crosby on different occasions. He was his own man. He could be cantankerous, he could be a pussycat. That was Cros.
About as real as you could get.
Long Time Gone 1969
He told me he wrote Long Time Gone the night Robert Kennedy was assassinated.
It’s probably my favorite song of his next to Wooden Ships.
If you smile at me, I will understand
'Cause that is something everybody everywhere does in the same language
I can see by your coat, my friend, you're from the other side
There's just one thing I got to know
Can you tell me please, who won?