Such a weekend we just celebrated in LA, full of sin and dishonor, two qualities that also make special our little village by the sea.
Category: Gin
Splendor in the Grass
Their final season: Grant Wood should paint it. Wordsworth should caption it…something about soothing thoughts and primal sympathies.
Won’t Hurt a Bit
A Realtor friend says that Angelina Jolie is looking for a place in the Pasadena area, over near where Meryl Streep lives. I told my friend: “That seems silly. Why doesn’t she just move in with us?”
Family Jewels
What a gift, co-existence. I cannot say it enough. It is the glory of this nation, the collective core value of our greatest faiths.
Couldn’t You Just Cry?
As my Irish luck would have it, I wound up singing “Danny Boy” to Dogpark Gary.
Hold Me, I’m Irish
Oy, the Irish. We glow like porch lights and think we can talk our way out of every traffic ticket.
The G-String Grammys
I kept my mouth shut initially. I’ve always prided myself on a rather pagan value system, tolerant of nudity and subversives…the snide outbursts of youth.
Packed Planes
I am glad now that I bribed my kids their entire lives. Nothing major, just a series of cumulative parental gestures: shoes, shelter, cake, college.
Daddy Duck
I think Oregon is for me, even if Smartacus chooses someplace else. It’s the Versailles of the Pacific Northwest.
Say a Little Prayer
Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.