The Oregon Coast reminds me that the best way to fall in love is a little at a time, not all at once.
Never met a college campus I didn’t love – the ivy, the idealism, the aura, the opportunity.
At one point in Field of Dreams, the hero’s dad returns for a game of catch. Silly thing to base a movie around. Jeeeesh.
I don’t write essays so much as I pull on little threads to see how they’ll unravel.
LA architecture often looks like the broken omelets I make…like some version of anti-matter.
Hey, do the Americans need a team humorist? A satirist? A silly Socrates? I’d put on a toga, I’d munch a Pringle, I’d tell a story.