Such a weekend we just celebrated in LA, full of sin and dishonor, two qualities that also make special our little village by the sea.
Their final season: Grant Wood should paint it. Wordsworth should caption it…something about soothing thoughts and primal sympathies.
A Realtor friend says that Angelina Jolie is looking for a place in the Pasadena area, over near where Meryl Streep lives. I told my friend: “That seems silly. Why doesn’t she just move in with us?”
Malibu is hard evidence that the California dream lives on, even as it crumbles like cornflakes down the sandstone bluffs.
This baby will come along just in time, into a world in need of new joys and fresh ideas.
What a gift, co-existence. I cannot say it enough. It is the glory of this nation, the collective core value of our greatest faiths.
A good burger is one of life’s greatest joys. Like Miles at midnight. Like stepping aboard a boat.
Dear gawd, it’s good to see the sports teams back, teasing each other and braying at the moon.
The bassinet is so old, cheap veneer hadn’t been invented yet.
As my Irish luck would have it, I wound up singing “Danny Boy” to Dogpark Gary.