Harvey the Rabbit I have heard for years about the famous Pulitzer Prize play by Mary Chase that was made into a movie starring Jimmy Stewart. The play was written in 1945 and the movie was made in 1950. What brings it to mind is a combination of issues starting with the image of Harvey Weinstein dragging his sorry ass into the NYC courthouse every day using a walker with two high-viz yellow tennis balls…
The Rincon Mystery Whenever I ride my motorcycle to the mountains or the desert, I go through the town of Valley Center, which sits between where I live and the country I find so beautiful to drive through. The ride through Valley Center isn’t a bad ride either, with enough nice twisty roads and little enough traffic to make it a perfectly pleasant ride even though its not the wide open spaces up on Palomar…
Genesis Today is the first day of my new life in San Diego. Let me not start with something misleading (as the polite fact-checkers like to say about Donald Trump’s speeches). It is the first day of my permanent residence in the enclave of Hidden Meadows in the northern part of the town of Escondido in the north-county of San Diego County in the great state of California. California is symbolized by the Great Hulking…
Up at Night It’s 3:30am and do you know where your mind has wandered off to? There is nothing so frustrating as insomnia. The older we get, the more we come to realize that the simplest of bodily functions are the ones that give us the most peace and happiness. Few things that I want to discuss in a story do this more than a good night’s sleep. I characterize a good night’s sleep…
Word As I have mentioned in previous posts, I am working on and have now mostly finished a book on the twenty-five years of motorcycling I have done with my group, called American Flyers Motorcycle Club (AFMC). It is quite the magnum opus with 374 pages, 104,000 words 183 photographs or images and one long chart of our 60 rides over those years. I am writing this for my fellow members and me as a…
The Big Uneasy I’ve never been to New Orleans, which is amazing because there aren’t many places in the U.S. or abroad that I’ve missed visiting. I don’t know when I first heard the nickname The Big Easy, but I’m guessing it was about the time the James Conaway novel by that name was published in 1970, or at least by the time Dennis Quaid played Remy McSwain in the 1986 movie, again of the…
Library Fines Every day I read the daily briefings from the New York Times (6am), Washington Post (1pm) and the Financial Times (in the wee hours). I subscribe yo the Wall Street Journal, but they don’t send me a daily briefing (I’ll have to look into that). I see articles from them all and more including USA Today, the Boston Globe, Los Angeles Times and others through Apple News summary all day long on my…
Cleaning Up During my adult life (meaning post-college), a span of forty-four years, I have not lived alone for very long. I am what they call a serial monogamist. I don’t understand people who enjoy playing the field. I can only handle one relationship at a time, but I have a strong need to be in a primary relationship. I am on my third and last marriage. I can be so certain about that…
The Danger Zone Today I spent several hours with my lovely granddaughters, literally taking a handoff from my youngest son, their uncle. After a round of volleyball with a soft indoor ball (I enjoyed teaching the four-year-old how to use both hands to volley) we settled into GrubHub dinner and a showing of The Sound of Music. I was surprised when my daughter told me they had only seen Mary Poppins the day before and…
Boogie Night It’s been a long time, maybe twenty years, since I saw Paul Thomas Anderson’s classic saga of a young man (a particularly well-endowed young man) and his journey through the pornography world of the San Fernando Valley in the late 1970’s. When he wrote, produced and directed this sex cult movie in 1997, Anderson had already spent ten years thinking about his Dirk Diggler character played by Mark Wahlberg. He was obviously committed…