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Reflections on Loss and Love: Leaving Santa Barbara
Read More: Reflections on Loss and Love: Leaving Santa BarbaraI miss my neighborhood in Santa Barbara, California. For 18 months, I called West Beach my home. The apartment was more than a place to live; it felt more like a sanctuary. After a few years of personal turmoil, I moved there, chasing my dream of living by the beach. I fulfilled that dream by living…
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Santa Barbara: where we stayed, how we played
Read More: Santa Barbara: where we stayed, how we played18 days in Santa Barbara equals sun, beach, June gloom, fresh avocados and seafood. A few highlights.
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Giddy-up
Read More: Giddy-upI spent 18 days in Airstream Bambi. The 18 days was actually 12 too many. It’s not that I didn’t enjoy my stay. In fact, Bambi is well equipped, beautiful and better than some tiny NYC hotel rooms I’ve been in. 12 days is a long time to be stranded without a tow vehicle. But…
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Chances are…
Read More: Chances are…I am one in a million…unique and different from the rest. Stuff happens to me and I wonder what the likelihood is that the same thing happens to other people. For example, when I was little I was chased by a large, persistent German Shepard. I thought I had outsmarted him by climbing to the…
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Be Dog Like
Read More: Be Dog LikeMy Touareg is undergoing a major fuel system replacement operation. In the meantime, Airstream Bambi is tucked away under trees, next to friends, near my office and the dog park. In the Airstream, I have amenities that allow me to cook, shower, stream the latest episodes of “Arrested Development.” More importantly, I can make my…
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Ignorance is…
Read More: Ignorance is…I (mostly) have a positive outlook on life. I don’t believe in conspiracy theories, I don’t think people are out to get me, I think (most) people mean well. No matter what hurdles I’ve encountered, I’ve made every effort to assess the situation and spring toward resolution. While I can get through most challenges, there…
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Damsel in distress – Part Two
Read More: Damsel in distress – Part TwoI continued the drive toward Santa Barbara and with 10, 15, 20 miles gained, I became fixated on the idea of arriving that same night. It became a game. I’d accelerate toward the end of the road only to find more miles ahead of me. As the rig reached El Capitan, a hazy full moon rose…

