By the time this is published I will have passed the six-month mark in my “Just Get High on Life” experiment, which was first strongly recommended...
As for me, it began on a summer afternoon in l963. For some reason, it was the only summer of my childhood when I spent more...
Before I pour my heart out to you once again, I feel it best to expose and exile some old imperfections that have threatened the once-promising...
Shortly after Halloween, I had a visit from my nephew Paul, who brought along a new friend of his, a lad named Rubinio. “You’ve just got...
Wild horses couldn’t drag a non-Monkees Neil Diamond song out of my throat. Tie five frothing stallions to my limbs and I’d fall to pieces, resisting...
Maybe I should start a self-contained gripe-of-the-month section in “Hosing Down,” stick it at the very beginning, and have done with it, making it easier for...
Before I get to this month’s meat-of-the-matter, please allow me to discharge these two unrelated observations: #1: Del Mar’s been pulling in the rubes and zombies...
Exiled from San Diego for several years, one of the strongest memories that sustained my affection for this city during my absence centered on the many...
I didn’t think I was ever likely to get past first base with her, but even in the early days I knew she was much more...
