My pregnant daughter has more hormones than a Korean boy band.
Carpinteria is just another scruffy little beach town on the way to nowhere. Very special.
Just as our plight seems endless, fall winks at us I got a carton of eggs for a buck the other day. Ponder that a moment. I mean, how do chickens do that, squeeze out a dozen eggs at those prices, when I can barely afford a car? They weren’t jumbo, but they were really … Continue reading Wistful, Hazy Pleasures
Most all my friends have this quality – the ability to grumble with charm -- and now I’m seeing it in my kids.
Smartacus and I are finally back, thank gawd, with lots of photos and suitcases full of t-shirts stiff and fragrant. Like snap dragons.
L.A. has none of the qualities a guy like me needs: affordable housing, decent diners, bait shops and old bookstores with ratty couches.
You can’t get up quietly in a house like this. The floors creak and the old iron door hinges yip like Hitchcock violins.
Visited the liquor aisles of the Midwestern supermarkets, the best liquor aisles in the world. They go on for about 300 yards.
Never undervalue the high-pitched squeals of a very happy mother.
We stopped by Mt. Rushmore for a peek. Gotta say, Jefferson’s nose looks a little big.