Reprise: The “Fidel Castro” of Parties
Reprising something from yesteryear I wrote awhile back, since we’re in the month of my daughter’s upcoming sweet sixteen birthday. As she eyed the nine year-old out…
Vega$ Trip
Born and raised in L.A., with all its surrounding iridescent street and building lights, hardly readied me for this. Only driving across the barren wasteland, between here and there, could do that. At night, moonless, with only the car’s headlights (and those of any other autos sharing that lonely road) for fellowship, brought a new grasp to it all.
Plans
Plans… people make them. We’re seemingly prisoners to plans. As close as I can lock down, I became aware of that around age 20. My father…
It Rains... You Get Wet 