Goin’ To Carolina
Susan and I are packed up and ready to head out waaaaaaay early Wednesday (6 a.m. flight) for a good old-fashioned “southern boil” Thanksgiving with her folks in Myrtle Beach, South Carolina. Be back Friday.
Go Git It!
Ranger and I had our afternoon backyard fetch caught on tape.
Festival Of Lights Bike Night
Putting aside that it’s not even “officially” the holiday season yet, and also putting aside that every other night of the Los Angeles Department of Water and Power’s Festival of Lights cyclists are categorically banned from enjoying the public light show, last night was the one-night-only bone thrown by LADWP and city officials to us …
How Not To Be A Bartender
So yesterday Susan and I head downtown to the Laemmle theaters on Fig north of Fourth to catch a matinee of “Casino Royale.” Unaccustomed to such gridlock-less convenience, we found ourselves with more than a half-hour before showtime and so went for a brief exploration of the Marriott Hotel, which sits atop the subterranean theaterplex. …
He’s Going In or El Está Entrando
Above in my hands I hold a book I’ve had in my possession for more than seven years. Scanning my bookshelf a few days ago for something new to read — in English— I spied it jammed in between a biography of Theodore Roosevelt and a book of poetry and essays by Ralph Waldo Emerson …
Dam Alabam
I won’t go into the reasons behind my long-distance fanaticism other than it was a combination of my mother being an alum and my unconditional love of Coach Bear Bryant that made me a University of Alabama football fan from an early age, and that explains why if there’s one game each football season you …
1923
Regulars or those with some familiarity with this blog or friends and visitors to the house who’ve obliged me when I’ve bid them enter the “museum” of artifacts I’ve collected during various excavations know that the backyard of our house has yielded up everything from a silver-plated teaspoon from the Beverly Hilton to an at-least …