I’m fuzzy about dates when anything happened while I was in high school. I wanna say the Palm Springs trip with my volunteer Big Brother Lloyd Miller took place in the summer of 1980 — in fact now that I think about it I’m as certain as I can be in part because I was 16 and had my …
Got home to find a voicemail message from an editor at the Times, calling to confirm I was indeed a writer of a recent letter to the editor signed by me and telling me they’re interested in running it some time this week. I’d forgotten all about the letter, being one that I whipped off …
On the not-to-distant heels of Franklin Avenue’s walk from one end of Wilshire Boulevard to the other (dowtown to Santa Monica), I’ve decided I’m going to set aside a Saturday or Sunday some time in this coming year to do the same thing with Sunset Boulevard, and finally document this diverse pipeline that courses from Union …
As the year progressed and rolled with The Phoenix more and more I found myself harboring stronger delusions of posting a 2,000-mile cycling year — my first since 2003. Certainly my involvement with the notorious and fictional IAAL/MAF bike gang and the mileage I accrued from our regular ridings during the summer helped stoke my confidence, but then …
Susan was in the mood for some Christmas decoration. Candy Cane Lane in Woodland Hills was too far. So I suggeted Christmas Tree Lane in Altadena, but Susan wasn’t up for that trek either so we wound up hopping nto the truck and making a meandering loop beginning with the above house one block over …
I wasn’t invited to this meme party but I saw Cybele was and so was Sean too so without explanation or my usually extrapolation I’m chronologically crashing this “Five Things You (Probably) Don’t Know About Me” thing: 1) My nickname as a baby pretty much up until I hit double digits was “twig.” 2) Dad? …
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