Honestly, you can’t chase an honest moment. Somehow, they just ambush you. And sometimes, as per this singing dog, we’re at the mercy of our quivering moods.
Category: Road trips
You Eat One Silly Shoe…
The suburbs are full of guys like us -- undersized men with tweed skin and receding hairlines, gazing up at the sky, crying: “Why me, God? Why me?”
The Boys of Summer
“You’re Taylor Swift,” she explained the other day. “You pressure wash your brain directly into the universe.” Poor universe.
A Moody, Untrampled Place
We may as well be in the Hamptons with Scott and Zelda. By the way, what’s summer without a nymph or two?
The Bachelorettes
Rapunzel returned from her bachelorette party hoarse and horsey. Sine voce, as the Romans would describe it. She also seemed sensitive to bright lights. Is that a hangover?
A Treasure on the Sand
Think of the flings, the ghosts, the sunsets, the hickeys that hacppened here. By gawd, think of the comebacks, the quips.
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.