Dog Visit!

Office friends had a masked pet gathering at Bob Hope Park. 

I don't have my own pet, but I borrowed Studio City Copper for a few minutes. 

Remnants of Innocence

The Burbank pottery studio has limited hours, and I went by in hopes my pre-pandemic stuff hadn't been tossed out. It was still there! But nothing came out great--two of them have glaze clumps on the bottom. I'll see if sanding saves them.

The one in the top right needs glazing, so I'll book time one Saturday.

Massive Scallions

My pandemic scallions shot right up to the sky while under the care of neighbors during my time away from Burbank. 

I had no idea they could regrow at all before this pandemic started, and now they are massive!* 

*Massive Scallions is my new favorite band. 

Tell Better Stories

Is there any path forward not dependent on luck or magical thinking? Any playing field on which Nancy Pelosi suddenly rises up with a magical staff and shouts “You shall not pass?”

This fight seems to be over, I get it. It’s a world where we roll over and go back to sleep because whatever, it’s just an earthquake—call me when a wildfire is consuming Bob Hope Drive. In a world where the very air we breathe can compromise our health, a world where exchanging supermarket pleasantries with a fellow human might spell our personal doom or the death of our parents or neighbors, we are on the verge of understanding all too well how good people found themselves living and participating in fascist societies. Remember when culture seemed to have turned a corner? Gay marriage came suddenly after years of slow progress. Recycling didn’t seem like a dirty word. Yoga and bicycling weren’t the signs of being a hippie—they were normal. Americans started to appreciate the value of giving up cars or considering hybrids. As usual, the young people were driving change, rolling their eyes at the open contempt from their elders, just as generations of young people have done.

Family Gathering, A Couple of Years Ago

My mom posted this. 

Throwback to way back when my sister and I were little. Hiking with my grandparents. That's got to be my sister in the lead, because she's a year older.

Back West

When I got off the plane, the Flyaway bus to Van Nuys was waiting outside baggage claim. I hopped on it rather than sort out a Lyft, and I’m sitting in Van Nuys now awaiting a Lyft to Burbank. (The Flyaway gets me most of the way home, but not all.)

A guy who was on the bus is expressing dissatisfaction.

“I didn’t know you had to pay to get on the bus! No one told me!”

Live from Jersey City

I have something really special for you tonight!

Composting

New project! There are compost bins at the park down the street.  

I Don't Think So

FFS. Am I ever going back?

Ellis Island

Good morning.

This is where we’d come in as immigrants back in the day. We’d take ferries from Ellis Island to the railway terminal to my left, then head out into the heartland by train.

Not the Hungarians who bought my house.

They didn’t even get a mile away from where the ferry docked. They took good care of the house from the forties to the seventies.