When you live on The Plains, nothing much breaks up the horizon. You tend to focus outward, measuring the distance between the current location and whatever dreamland lies beyond…
Just what we want on a Tuesday – the promise of eternal sunshine! Because skies (like road trips) shouldn’t be compromised by anything cloudy. Honk if you’re ready for asphalt adventures through Southern California!
This feeling of being an adult who’s somehow missed the path is exactly what Neil Hayward expresses in his unintentional memoir, Lost Among The Birds. Anyone who hopes to find themselves this year should read his book.
Flying is fantasy, a journey through blue realms and unfathomable heights. Hyped up by another airplane coffee (my third or fourth, I can’t remember) and the pure magic of air travel, I’m already the most excited passenger to take a window seat on flight AA0139…
Just one hand on the wheel and all the windows down, I think I could drive this stretch forever. But somewhere up ahead, that right turn will take me Home. Right here and now, everything is as it should be. . .
Calling the corner of Wilshire ‘home’ means learning to sleep through 3 a.m. mail trucks, overhead flights and constant police sirens – it’s too nice out to close the windows.
There’s a narrow second of calm between a wave’s ebb and flow; a brief opportunity to catch your breath or grab at drifting bikini ties. . .