After the car convention Vin and I produced, I wanted to thank Jim McCraw, a New York Times reporter and independent reporter for his thorough and incisive coverage of our event. He got us coverage in the NEW YORK TIMES — a first in the Club’s 50 year history — and I wanted to share…
We had limited time to get from the Honolulu Airport to see my late sister Kitty’s final resting spot. We rented a limo so we wouldn’t have to get a rental car and lose valuable time — and Scott ably grabbed us from within the airport, wheeled us through the Agriculture inspectors (no pineapples!) and…
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Silver pants. Fireworks. Hollywood Bowl. Where everybody wants to be seen on Instagram on a Friday night. And we were there. I danced the whole concert through, much to Vin’s horror — but it’s my happy time, I love Earth, Wind & Fire, and I’ll dance if I want to. Please Share
Biff and Lynda are terrific hosts. They know how to make everyone feel comfortable, even when they’re in a rental in Malibu… Lynda brings her own dishes (!), comforters, amenities — and her eye for decorating is everywhere. We had a luxurious dinner there with course after course of freshly-purchased fruits, vegetables, cheeses, chops from…
It’s worth a can of chocolate sardines. Les, my writing teacher Linda’s older brother, gets the “Long Distance” award for his baby sister’s birthday. He trekked in from London to be here, and his wife Judy hauled in from New York. Our little ‘wine & cheese’ party for Linda took off from its humble beginnings….
After our high school reunion ten years ago (1993), I sent a “Thank you” to my friend Bill, our class organizer. He’d worked tirelessly to pull the weekend together and he mentioned wishing he could have a massage when it was all done. I researched the local spa and sent a gift certificate for a…
Our friends Eric and Nancy could be cultural ambassadors, they are so dialed in to what’s going on in Los Angeles’ cultural scene. When they invite us anywhere, from dim sum downtown or to a concert, we clear our calendars. Here we sat at the Doheny Mansion inches away from a quivering violin, felt the…
Another situation in which I was invited to a party but didn’t get to meet the hostess. I don’t want to be that “mystery guest” who isn’t gracious enough to thank the person who kindly threw open her floor-to-ceiling doors. Rather than be a faceless stranger, I took a moment to send a follow-up. Please…
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