Guitar Guy

Our front steps have drawn a unique menagerie of hanger-outers over the years. Everyone from day laborers eating fastfood lunches on the fly to bums drinking whatever on the slow to homeless people repacking their meager belongings to yoga gals having either a pre- or post-class cigarette or two to go along with a too-loud …

Where The Hell Have I Been? Recovering.

It’s not like me to go more than a couple days between posting anything, and my excuse is that it pretty much took me the weekend to recuperate from the all-nighter I pulled Friday shadowing the 340-ton rock between South Los Angeles and its destination at the Los Angeles County Museum of Art on the …

Without A Trace

An ultra-awareness of the fragility of new life comes with the territory I trod in observing hummingbirds brought forth into the world via our property. But that doesn’t make it any easier whenever I’m taught the next in a continuing education of harsh lessons on that subject, such as the one today. I had concerns …

Off In The Wrong Direction

Stepping on a scale early on in a diet can be an exercise in futility. In the two days since beginning this diet, I’ve expended about 3,300 more calories than I’ve ingested, which nutritionists will generalize to be near the benchmark one needs to accumulate in order to shed one pound. Stepping on the scale …