At or near their outsets, I usually like to get my shifts at Angels Flight energized up and into cruise control with a musical selection that I’ve dubbed the “morning shiftkicker,” and sometimes I record it. In this case there is that rather unique musical selection (starts with my intro at about the 14:00 mark …
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I’m never so much interested in staying up late in an increasingly inebriated state to celebrate the end of an old annum so much as I am interested in getting up and out fresh at the dawn of the new one to get it off to a right and proper start. It’s a perfect day …
With news of his passing, here is my Ryan O’Neal story. In early 1982 I was a senior in high school and a stock clerk at the glorious long-gone Hunters Books on Rodeo Drive. I worked in the basement with a merry band of misfits young and not-so. We called it the dungeon, lovingly. Celebrity …
While not an annual tradition, past Thanksgiving Days going back to the early 1990s have found me out and about on long bike rides, and this holiday proved to be the next and rather epic one to add to that list. Going on a near two hour and forty-five minute, 32-mile tour beginning at daybreak …
Well Sunday’s rather hastily thrown together “Frank/Lloyd Wride” was a definite joy (although I’m kicking myself for not packing a spare memory card as my cam’s filled up immediately upon arrival to Ennis House, the second to last stop, thus preventing a start-to-finish video). All-in it involved a 26.5 mile, 3-hour tour, the first third …
As an urban cyclist who documents his rides (and shares the negatives or positives experienced in their course), any credibility and integrity I hope to possess would be nonexistent if all I did was call out the fails against me and didn’t share the ones I commit — even if they are equal parts embarrassing …
Independence Day fell on a Tuesday this year awkwardly making for a holiday untethered to either end of the weekend and instead isolated and surrounded by work days. To complicate matters it’s a day spent worried about our stressed-out doggos and dreading the mostly sleepless night to come when greater Los Angeles turns into a …