Breakfast By The Sea, Santa Barbara Breakfast. Open patio. By the sea. Thinking of dreams and dreaming. Feeling absurdly blessed. I look … More
An Essay on Home If you are going to take the train for the first time from Berkeley to Castro … More
American Timbuktu (or how not to lose very much money playing blackjack) When Dad died in 1979, I inherited a family … More
My roommate and I were originally going to head toward Napa, and go wine tasting. I don’t usually have days … More
Postcards from around the globe.