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 can imagine something akin to Abbott & Costello’s “Who’s On First” sketch when telling someone where we went for breakfast this morning. “What’s it’s name?” “It’s Local.” “Right. But what’s it called?” “The Local place?” “Yes!” “It’s Local.” “Gah!” Previously the Eastside Mercantile shop, Susan and I have been anticipating Local’s opening for weeks, …
My friend Julia inquired recently about how our Russian tortoise Buster might be doing in her new digs: I’m way happy to report she has really taken well to her new 25-square foot outdoor residence. It’s a far far more improved thing than the aquariums she’s lived in since 2001 when my mom found her …
In no real order: Haircut. Take the dogs for a good long neighborhood walk. See “The Dark Knight” with Susan. Replace the bottom bracket on my bike and maybe get a new handlebar stem, and a new chain and while I’m at it swap out the brakes (and put them back on my road bike) …
On the windowsill in the kitchen I’ve been keeping one ripening passion fruit pulled from the side of the Ballona Creek Bikeway and a bowl full of loquat seeds from the fruits I’ve eaten off the portion of the neighbor’s tree that hangs in our yard and wondering what the hell was I going to …
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I’m regularly harping what one misses while behind the wheel of an automobile, but the same thing can happen from a bike saddle, too. I pass this building at the bottom of the hill on my street every day on my way to work and most of the time on my way home, and assuming …
To the person who left the still-cold, three-quarters-full, 40-ounce bottle of Cobra Malt Liquor that I found in the plastic bag on the walkway below our porch, I’m pretty sure — or at least hoping — that you probably knew our deceased tenant Joe and perhaps stopped by this morning or sometime during the night …