I don’t think I could ever leave LA. You don’t quit on your team after a few bad seasons. Plus, there’s Damon’s. And Porto’s. And my attorney Billable Bob, a magnificent man and an inspiration to so many.
Category: Gin
And…They’re Off!
I lost my entire fortune in the Great Depression of 2022. Yet, like most tycoons, I plan to start over again. At the race track.
Oysters and Martinis
There aren’t too many venues in America like this. When Disneyland closed for the day, you could see the fireworks show 40 miles away.
Fathers and Sons
Tell me, can you fall for someone twice? Well, I’ve loved this kid from the first day I saw him and every day since.
LA’s Blanket of Lights
Have you ever gazed out at LA's famous sea of lights and thought: How many of those people are making love right now?
Stayin’ Alive
Calamity is everywhere lately. I almost drowned the other day while installing a water filter in the fridge.
I Love LA — Mostly
Wherefore, O summer's day? (Emily Dickinson) Wherefore, O gin? (me)
Adventures in Babysitting
Taught them how to drill a penalty kick, finesse a 5-iron. Now my daughters are teaching me how to babysit my cherub-faced granddaughter.
What Will She See?
Know who she reminds me of? Helen of Troy. And Mary Queen of Scots, during the Reformation, the good years, before things got all complicated.
The Next Big Thing?
In LA, everyone blows through red lights, even the cops, and the proper response to “Good morning” is “You sure? Just wait, dude.”