Time passes, doesn’t it? Or, it seems to. Perhaps it’s me. Most often, I can’t see it happen. Like watching the hour hand or stars on a clear night or my kids age. “Weren’t you just thirteen? What the hell?” I drift off and Orion is over there now. I notice only in retrospect that … [read more]
The following is a story I created, not intended to be considered as history, but rather to make a point. After today’s tragic fire at Notre-Dame, some suggest that, due to inarguable past sins of the Catholic Church and a decided world-wide western bias, perhaps we should not rush to rebuild this iconic cathedral. I … [read more]
Outside my windows Pine trees dance under blue skies Showing me the wind.
This Is All I Need A Brief Meditation on Desire and Death For whatever reasons, I don’t have a bucket list of places to go or a list of stuff I want to buy or goals I need to achieve before I die. Perhaps I never did. I mostly always just did the next obvious … [read more]
As I have been suggesting for awhile, perhaps ad nauseum, we’re off to the races with conservatives accusing Democrats of being “socialists”, with some Democrats embracing “democratic socialism” while others work feverishly to distance themselves from the label “socialist” as if it were gonorrhea. This was predictable. Trump weaned at the political teat of Roy … [read more]
Ten Tales From Sunset and Fairfax Coming of Age In L.A. One As soon as Walker Callahan pulled the 1965 Ford Econoline delivery van into the parking lot behind Antonioni-McGrath Flowers in Sunset Plaza he knew that George was blowing Michel in the bathroom. At least that’s how it appeared. Through the opaque bathroom window … [read more]