Ahh but I love how the internest brings us together from all walks of life. Checking my WordPress dashboard this morning I find a comment to a post titled “Pupdate No. 1” written July 20, 2006, reflecting on our first week with the four pups we rescued in Utah while on vacation that month. Like …
Last Sunday morning, whoever the putrescent scumbag was didn’t actually steal the entire L.A. Times, just broke into the pocket containing two freebie razors that were part of promo package in which the paper was wrapped. Upon discovering the break-in I shrugged and let it go not only because at least the bastards left the …
Influenced perhaps by my recent avian encounters, my friend Stephen loaned me what looks to be a marvelous book titled “Providence Of A Sparrow,” by Chris Chester and after finishing Jonathan Kellerman’s unsatisfying “Gone” and promptly feeding it to the recycle bin I seemed ready to dive into the memoir that stems from the discovery …
If we keep to the plan at hand Susan and I are set for a pre-sunset excursion with cameras to walk along the L.A. River between the Fletcher and Hyperion bridges before visiting the Pierce Brothers Valhalla Memorial Park in North Hollywood to take in the traveling replica of the Vietnam Memorial that’ll be there …
This is how it goes in the backyard pretty much whenever I do more than a cursory scoop-up of figs a-fallen and poop o’ doggin. If I stop to look a little closer at the ground, all sorts of stuff is revealed. Here’s this morning’s haul, all of it relatively trivial (especially the broken glass, …
I’ve certainly noticed an increase not only in bicyclists on the road, but in the more open commaraderie we demonstrate toward one another. I’m not talking so much about the organized group rides like RIDE-Arc and Midnight Ridazz of which I’m a regular participant and enthusiastic proponent, as I am referring to the random passing …
Visually, the L.A. River between Fletcher Avenue and Los Feliz Boulevard is in the zone right now. The sweet spot. Especially in the later afternoon hours. I love the river 365 days a year but there’s just something about these days before and after the summer solstice (today) where the setting sun’s situation in the …