It was an easy ride to Santa Barbara. You just follow the pumpkin stands along the 126, from Santa Clarita to the sea. Cowboy country.
Category: weddings
A Day of Wine and Roses
A wedding damps our cynicism, lights some inner circuit, the kind we had as kids and then lost.
This Little Dress
Posh’s wedding dress has been in a box in the basement for almost 40 years, getting dry, getting brittle.
Weddings, Weddings Everywhere
Here come the handsome groom and the Florida-bred bride. There might’ve been gold dust in her makeup. Had to be platinum in her hair.
The Summer of Patios
This has turned into a summer of the patio, a renaissance faire of gin and finger foods and homemade bean pie.
Tastes Like the Sea
This is how we ended up eating live sea urchin, in the place they call “The Bu.”
Ribs, Fibs and Baby Bibs
What a summer this promises to be, warm and sinny, sunblasted and social, with gin as the mixer.
The Naked City
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.
Couldn’t You Just Cry?
As my Irish luck would have it, I wound up singing “Danny Boy” to Dogpark Gary.
A Man Like Me
This season is full of tiny hazards, self-reflection being one of them. Herbal non-gluton crackers being another. And beware of those non-dairy non-cheeses.