Think of the flings, the ghosts, the sunsets, the hickeys that hacppened here. By gawd, think of the comebacks, the quips.
Category: Road trips
Magic Castles and Brisket
No, I didn’t forget your name. I’m probably just “buffering.”
In Search of Paradise
I drive past lots of razor wire, which I’m pretty sure is just decorative, past the karate academies, the noodle shops and the “8 Barbers, No Waiting” salon on Beverly … all the things I would truly miss if I went screaming off to Duluth.
Then This Happened…
With food, I prefer wine – red, white, unleaded, defrocked, doesn’t matter. Just so it’s a California wine, which tastes of sunscreen and Vitamin D and surfer girls and cinnamon.
Health, Vigor and Ebullience
Wonder if we’re actually running toward LA’s sun-kissed sense of hope, it’s kismet…and that glorious ocean horizon, which on winter evenings looks smeared with lipstick.
The Cosmos in a Cup
I’m really hoping JPL might hire me as its resident poet, where I might knit together space travel, technology, distant nebulae, and Shakespeare’s best sonnets.
A Big Party Pillow
It is homecoming weekend here at the University of Trees. Love that word: Homecoming. It’s the season for such things.
Teardrops in the Driveway
I remember dropping Smartacus off to college a year ago. For a week, I could barely breathe. Doctors thought I’d died.
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.
Toss these babies on the little grill to meld, weld, fester, ferment, gurgle, kiss, cuddle and waba-waba, till they become the finest beach dessert you ever had.