Malibu is hard evidence that the California dream lives on, even as it crumbles like cornflakes down the sandstone bluffs.
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.
Seems inevitable I would end up with Bacharach’s ex-wife, this glorious moonbeam of a woman.
Smartacus and I marveled at how the storm stirred the winter sky…the topo of the clouds...
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.