Monthly Archives: June 2004

The Explainer may not have the answer, but She has an answer. Jackson (at the Cabrillo Bathhouse, eating french fries): “Who made this place?” Me: “It’s been here for a long time, people built it before you were born, and … Continue reading →

Last night at 2:15 a.m. Jackson woke up and barked like a seal. He was coughing so hard that milk — milk that he’d had with dinner six hours earlier — came out his nose. His cough was so dry … Continue reading →

I’m not sure why I continue to flip through my college alumni magazine before throwing it in the trash, I’d be much better off taking it there straight from the mailbox. Actually, the way the recycling barrels are placed I … Continue reading →

This friend of Jack’s who’s a drummer, who’s a really, really great drummer, who will haul out an SUVful of bongos for a $50 gig at the Brewhouse, is also the drummer for Los Lobos. Los Lobos! This, to me, … Continue reading →

Saturday night Jack and I were walking home after dinner and Tony Bennett at the County Bowl (another date! I know! It’s incredible!), and as we passed a thirtyish woman talking to a fiftyish couple I heard her say, “. … Continue reading →

Evany: “Seriously, he brings on that kind of long and deep laughter that twists your face beyond a smile into something primal and ugly, and pulls these alien, guttural deepsea sounds out of you. After ten minutes solid of that, … Continue reading →

The other morning on the drive to work I was listening to a call-in show out of L.A. Normally I avoid that sort of thing — being all too aware of the belligerence that surrounds me, there’s no need to … Continue reading →

It’s gray and cloudy today, and while I was (or should I say whilst) driving through that roundabout thing that I complained about a few weeks ago, I found I was following an actual Mini. Not one of those fancy … Continue reading →

I have the mommy’s equivalent of Alzheimer’s today, i.e., I forget everything I want to post the moment I think of it. Due to general boy-mahem (“Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom! Mom!” “WHAT?” “A spider put a web around my head!” … Continue reading →

Jackson takes after Jack in so many ways. He has the same hands, the same feet, the same chin, the same eyes, the same way of lifting his gun, pointing it straight between my eyes, and saying, “I know what … Continue reading →