My right front tire caught the gravel and suddenly my old car had gobbled up a whole mailbox, post and all. That tin post box belonged to a small Topanga Canyon establishment with the quizzical name "The Outside Inn".
Topanga Canyon in the sixties was certainly known for it's colorful alternative lifestyles but I was just a sixteen year old kid driving up to see his girlfriend.
Now some forty years later, I can still put a face on some of those "semi-forgotten" landmarks that dotted that rope of winding asphalt from the San Fernando Valley to the Beach.
Down toward the beach side of the Canyon... Read More
I saw Mel Gibson's new flick, "APOCALYPTO" today. When, I say it is Mel's movie, I meant that in the literal sense. Not only did he write and direct it, the $80 million spent on the film came right out of Mr Gibson's pocket.(L.A. Times) Like him or not, he puts his money where his mouth is. The film is numero uno over the weekend with a reported take of a little over $14.2 million. Stepped right on some happy feet.
I wanted to see the film for three different reasons. First, I am planning a trip to Xalapa/Veracruz in late January or early February. That area is on my short list of places I might... Read More
Doesn't matter who you talk to, whether they're a dog lover or not everyone has a stray dog story. I am no different. I lost my beloved Lab/Pit mix Buddy to old age in July 2005. Buddy was a deep thinker and would look at you with the most soulful eyes. Not one of those licky, jump all over you dogs, he was more the loyal type that would lay beside your feet and loved to go for rides. I miss that boy.
My nutsy friend Renee called me one day back in 1993, "boy oh boy have I found the dog for you, she exclaimed"! Great, I thought just what I need a dog to fit inside my miniscule one bedroom... Read More
Drive-In theaters, what a great concept! In the early fifties when I was a little kid, my dad and mom packed up the station wagon, threw my brother and sisters and myself in the car and off we went. He would park the 1951 De Soto woody backwards, throw down the tailgate and it was ON.
We were released to graze down by the swing sets or sit on the benches up front. That was quite a sight, five welded little heads pointed straight up, eyes trying to take in the whole screen from about fifteen feet away. If we got tired, we just crawled into my mom's lap or grabbed an unoccupied seat.
You were in... Read More
Saturday, December 2nd, I made one of my usual drives up
Angeles Crest for a day presumably of hiking and enjoying
nature in the mountains. Same as thousands upon thousands of
us Angelenos do every day. It was about one oâ€™clock. A scant
five miles up the crest, all of my illusions came to an
abrupt and violent end.
There in the middle of the road was the smashed and
contorted body of a motorcycle rider that had gone head on
with a BMW. He apparently died instantly. What a scene it
was, as family after family drove by and witnessed the
carnage in the middle of the road. I got out... Read More
I, like many African-Americans of Los Angeles had been a supporter of Antonio Villaraigosa since his first (unsuccessful) mayoral run. But now, I, along with many other African-American Angelenos, can no longer support him in good conscience. Mayor Villaraigosa has set a dangerous precedent with his veto of the $2.7 million settlement from the City, as recommended by the City Attorney and approved by City Council, for on-the-job racial discerimination and harassment suffered by a black L.A. firefighter - including the unknowing ingestion of dog food which non-black firefighters had secretly mixed... Read More
A friend of mine asked me a question and Iâ€™ll be honest, I felt I have no right to answer it. Even though I admitted that to my friend, she still wanted me to try. Her question, â€œWhat does it mean to be a poet?â€ At first, I told her to go ask a poet, but she claims that I am a poet. â€œItâ€™s what you do.â€ She said. I do write a lot, hell if I know if its poetry, but I do write. Then she followed with the same questioned, but rephrased, â€œWhy do you try to write poetry? What does it do for you? I mean, is it the fact that you might be discovered, become a famous poet and have... Read More