Now that I can type with 1.2 hands, and being as it’s too hot to venture outdoors in these Central Texas August middays, I can get back to San Pedro in my imagination – where I really ought to be in this break between summer school and the start of fall semester.
Mary and I opened our visit with lunch at the 22nd Street Landing, because salt air and white wine. Traffic coming out of LAX at noon on a Friday was just as you would imagine, and I always need some sea breeze when I first arrive.
But this post is all about images from a day’s typical walk and the kinds of things that capture our attention. Continue reading
As a youngest child (aka “spoiled brat”) I have never been particularly teachable. I think, having watched a world full of older, obviously competent individuals, I came to believe that it was downright shameful to not know stuff.