The 19th-century gastronome Brillat-Savarin once noted that it is not the heart or the soul that lies at the root of human happiness and equilibrium, it is the intestine. To the French of that century, …
Thursday, May 28
Goddamned eccentric geniuses. I should have known that Ray Bradbury doesn’t drive, that my question about how he’s getting down to Solana Beach on June 3 — " Duh, so, like, are you just driving …
Thursday, May 21
Long ago, while my friend Steve, a cartoonist, and I sat lamenting our poverty, he suggested I write a short story for the swinging singles’ magazine to which he'd agreed to contribute a weekly strip. …
Syd finds Senor Herrera to be a charming old raconteur. Herrera even claims to have invented the margarita. This is a nice bit of local color, and Syd does a story about it for the Baja Times.
My father loved Mary’s chicken pie, and she was fixing us one for dinner. To make the pie, she had to start out by stewing what she called “an old hen.” The hens arrived headless.
Thursday, May 14
Keane kids were the true pop art, much more a mass phenomenon than Warhol’s Brillo boxes or Lichtenstein’s exploded comics.
Buenaventura Rosas Perez was 20 years old when he realized his family’s poverty in the Mexican state of Puebla gave him little choice but to leave in search of a way to help his sick …
Thursday, May 7
Seeking Tranquility in Bonita My father died on Christmas night 1961. The next day I went to Singing Hills Country Club and smashed balls until my arms, legs, brain, and the rest felt like bubble …
I offer a Mother’s Day proposal, to wit: Once your mom hits 70, give her a free pass. That is, she’s done it, she’s been nurturing, caring; she should get time off.
He gave us a very favorable lease, a good thing for the San Diego Harbor. He was helping to create a good tenant, which National Steel became. He did the same with Convair, Solar, and Rohr.