I praised my late wife’s oncologist for not filling every silence in the exam room -- for allowing pauses in the conversation, as we absorbed and pondered the latest results.
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.
We were headed for a gala that night, so neither of us was in very good spirits, though the banquet, in support of the gorgeous Pasadena Playhouse, turned out to be really enjoyable.
Heaven must be a place where the milk is cold and creamy, the movies are 90 minutes long, the wifi never fails, the burgers are three bucks and rosy pink on the inside.
If you have a good dad, you have a super hero.
Good Things, Small Packages
My dog is a giant werewolf; her dog is a very sophisticated micro-breed of hamster ... a Pixar character.
Post-Scully, baseball -- our most-musical game, a nightly prom -- has become a more-austere experience, almost homework.
Can I Gush?
On spring days in LA, I feel like I’ve married one of Shakespeare’s dreams (to borrow from the great Ogden Nash).
Send Sandbags Now
Tale of two cities: Office workers now turn up three days a week, but my gardener shows up in a cold rain. Plus, other random thoughts...
Peanut Butter and Honey
I’m having toast topped with peanut butter and honey right now. Obviously, I feel like I am winning at life. I give myself five Yelps.