These tiny little tweeters (no more than three inches from beak tip to tail) appear this time of year in a moderately sized flock (I’ve counted 15 to 20) congregating a-twitter mostly in the big bougainvallia or the brush cherry tree in the backyard. They particularly enjoy it when the large leaves of the tall …
Coming back home from Costco this afternoon I tuned to KPCC and Terry Gross’ Fresh Air program was in progress. I was immediately drawn to the weary-wise voice of whoever her straight-ahead country gentleman guest was and I soon found out she was talking with a fella the name of James Hand, who seems to …
I made mention a couple days ago that my webcam hath risen. Little did I realize then that the latest EvoCam software upgrade I purchased includes a built-in Web server and the ability to stream video. So if you thought the stills of me sitting at my desk and typing were beyond exciting, then get …
So I didn’t dive deep into the motivational pool and accomplish any of the gardening tasks I had considered doing today. Hell, I didn’t even register any hammock time as planned. But I did haul the old and long-neglected golf clubs out and over to the triple-tiered Majestic Golfland driving range on Melrose just west …
I’m always relieved when I finish a writing assignment. Whether it’s the best thing I’ve ever written or just an exercise in going through the motions, when I put a story to bed it’s as if the biggest burden has been lifted from my shoulders. Thus before I put myself to bed last night, I …
The following conversation took place between 1631 and 1633 hours in my imagination: Dispatcher: Parking Enforcement Dispatch, Officer No. 463, How may I help you? Me: Yes, there’s a vehicle partially blocking my driveway. Dispatcher: And what is your address? Me: 840 North—. Dispatcher: Is this Will? Me: Uh, yes… how did you know? Dispatcher: …
Perhaps the San Fernando Valley is a great anesthetizer because in all my years there, street-level Independence Day celebrations were pretty much relegated to July 4… the occasional high-pitched scream of a leftover Piccolo Pete notwithstanding. Not so here on this side of the hill. Typically the firecrackers and the M-80s and the Piccolo Pete’s …