Burning Man.

I’ve never wanted to go to “BURNING MAN” before, but after seeing this shot — of a woman admiring this huge “UNDERWOOD PORTABLE” sculpture … I may have to find a ticket. Please Share

Emerald Movers.

http://emerald-moving.com/My niece called in a panic.  She had to move her stuff out of storage.  Now.  And it was the start of school. All the movers were booked. We lucked out, though. We found Emerald Moving.  And we found Sandy, who handled the Service Department. She was calm, patient, even nurturing as Kuu and I…

Cape May at last.

I’ve always heard about “Cape May” but never been there… so when my penpal Cate sent me this lovely postcard, I was delighted. I wrote her back a real letter just because I don’t have any cool postcards like this with which to respond. I enclosed a few 3-D cards I picked up for her,…

Julius Shulman & a place for Gin.

My friend Karen Schmidt sent me this great card — of a Julius Schulman house high in the hills. In it, she included an article about the same bar that serves all kinds of Gin…called “The Frintridge Proper” in the town of the same name.  I’d seen the story & sent it to another friend…

Dream Inn & a good Pinot Noir.

I went up to UC Santa Cruz for an all-day retreat.  Lesley had joked with Max, the Director of Sales & Marketing at the Dream Inn, that she preferred Pinot Noir… and was surprised there wasn’t any to be had at the hotel. This stay, Max took care of that omission. When we got to…

The enduring appeal of letter-writing.

At dinner with Judy Savitsky the other night, she handed over a clipping she’d found for me — in the LA Times — about a Penpal club.  Folks meet — some with typewriters — to craft & write letters to special long distance friends. I intend to check it out… I’ve always sought out penpals of…

People, passion & projects.

I met Randall Martinez, a new Smithsonian Museum Board member tonight at a “People- Passion-Purpose” event at the Japanese-American Museum downtown.  He and I started a conversation and didn’t get to complete it because dinner was served… so after dinner was over, he asked me to write him a note — since he’d heard I…

Another idiot.

I stopped using the word “idiot” many years ago, because I realized nobody likes being called one. But this card was too funny to pass up — and since my brother’s in the placement business, I knew he was the right demographic to appreciate it. * Please Share