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, …
I passed a young lady while traveling inland along the Ballona Creek Bikeway who caught me up at the Duquesne exit to ask me about my bike pants. “Do you mind if I ask who makes the pants you’re wearing?” “Ironically the company’s called ‘Hummer,’” I told her. “The brand name is Endura. I got …
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A workload increase kept me late Wednesday and I wasn’t able to do this that evening, but I cleared out enough of my stuff to be able to take a long way home Thursday afternoon, an extra 12 miles that took me from Westchester down Ballona Creek to Marina Del Rey and then Washington Boulevard …
Whilst most Labor Day’ers went back to work today, I took me an extra day off. Of course, it involved laborious stuff like cleaning the bathroom, taking the dog to the vet’s and picking her up, and a Costco run, which meant it didn’t involve mountain biking and a trip to the driving range as …
With steaks grilling on the barbecue yesterday afternoon, my Susan came up with an excellent plan. A couple days earlier I’d mentioned November was coming and since I needz me some Death Valley at least once a year and had yet to go get some in 2008, of course that should totally mean a quick …
Watering the plants in the side yard, I tried to dislodge what I thought to be an abandoned cobweb spun between the hose and the house by spritzing it only to discover it was most certainly still occupied by a wet western widow who barged out of her hiding place to see what the hell …