So I golfed this morning with Joseph Mailander at the nine-hole Roosevelt golf course in Griffith Park — one of my favorites. It was a beautiful day and it was great to see him and I was very much appreciative of his willingness to suffer my lack of skills given my golf this day was …
Lingering thoughts of last week’s Metrolink disaster remind me of a story my mother told me about my grandfather, William Douglas Dill, who for most of his life was an engineer with the Southern Railway company. There’d been an accident in the Sheffield railyard where he worked — the closest of the railway’s yards to …
Then the punk pitched his cigarette at me. But let me back up to the beginning a block away on Sunset and Parkman where I was stopped waiting for the light to turn green. A champagne colored Japanese coupe pulled alongside my right to make a right turn and as he passed me I heard …
I was sad to learn that famed local restaurant critic Elmer Dills died yesterday. A foodie fixture on KABC’s Eyewitness News and before that KABC radio for decades I well recall the time in the late 1970s when I called him up on his radio program one afternoon to tell him about a hole in …
It’s hard to say if the two youths loitering on the side of Ballona Creek last night were there by coincidence or design. It could be the pair of punks just happened to be standing around having found something interesting to watch in the waterway beside the section of the bikeway where it passes under …
I can only guess that Susan’s cat Bink (that’s him peeking out from under the covers in this blog’s banner) was making a statement by staying out these past three night that he didn’t like it — didn’t like it at all — that his momma was out of town. See Bink can be notoriously …
Had I arrived a couple minutes earlier instead of right now, I might’ve had a shot at the setting sun. But I didn’t take into account the sun drops that much sooner with each passing day.