Malibu is hard evidence that the California dream lives on, even as it crumbles like cornflakes down the sandstone bluffs.
Category: Road trips
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.
Say a Little Prayer
Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.
A Simple Life
Smartacus and I marveled at how the storm stirred the winter sky…the topo of the clouds...
Baby Steps
My pregnant daughter has more hormones than a Korean boy band.
Pumpkin Pie Sunsets
Carpinteria is just another scruffy little beach town on the way to nowhere. Very special.
Wistful, Hazy Pleasures
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
Badda-Bing! Pizza!
Most all my friends have this quality – the ability to grumble with charm -- and now I’m seeing it in my kids.
Where’s the Meat?!
Smartacus and I are finally back, thank gawd, with lots of photos and suitcases full of t-shirts stiff and fragrant. Like snap dragons.
Rocky Mountain High
L.A. has none of the qualities a guy like me needs: affordable housing, decent diners, bait shops and old bookstores with ratty couches.