I am in here.
Well, there is a certain freedom, you see, in having been given a parking ticket already. The freedom lies in this concept: they can’t give me another one! Gonna relax about it and get my $14.95 worth today. You know, if there is a coffee house here, which there is, the parking meters in front … Continue reading Parking tickets
Home again. I’ve said that before, haven’t I? First I turn on the air conditioner, which Buck is always turning off. Then I unpack; then I plug Fluffy in and say “Hi” to the blog. But it was time to leave Sunset Strip. Outside the House of Blues last night, after supper, I felt a … Continue reading Cincinnati by dinner time
This morning, everything was miraculously cleaned away from the party. The sun was out and sparkling, and I dragged my eyelids awake. As I stood waiting for my car by the front door, I watched a guy also lounging around the place, waiting for who knows what, who was obviously going for that Jack-Nicholson-with-a-hangover look. … Continue reading Today in Hollywood
I have, in the past couple of days, come up with an all-new theory of vacationing. Wait, I should capitalize it to make it look more serious: Theory of Vacationing. There, doesn’t that look better? (But, what is the theory? — you ask) Here it is: A person wishes to vacation in a setting that … Continue reading Theory of Vacationing
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