What shoes are saying to each other in light of the First Lady’s visit to Houston

Shoes, especially women’s shoes, are a favorite of mine. They bring out my inner Andy Warhol. Here, I experimented a bit. I’m trying for washes that “read” better on the scanner. I need to use staining pigments; the violets and grays don’t read at all. Eventually, I’ll figure this out. Also, I need to go … More What shoes are saying to each other in light of the First Lady’s visit to Houston

Getting to the point of buying a car with carbs and hearing that clickety fuel pump

A friend whose collection nears 10 cars has just bought his first with carburetors. It’s a 1971 MGB converted to Webers. The other cars have fuel-injected engines. This MGB was a deal-sweetener in the exchange of two midengine boondoggles, one from Italy for one from England. He reports a pleasant surprise: “Really a nice driver. … More Getting to the point of buying a car with carbs and hearing that clickety fuel pump

Meet Ludmilla Falsificatus and the other members of Fake News Team 13

No doubt you’ve wanted to meet the members of Fake News Team 13. Here they are on location in a public park where members of Joel Osteen’s church had volunteered to pull weeds and pick up litter but didn’t. That’s Ludmilla Falsificatus, anchor, and Justin Atherton-Replay, sports guy. Stormy Tomorrow, chief meteorologist, is working on … More Meet Ludmilla Falsificatus and the other members of Fake News Team 13

Inside Sinatra’s mailbox at 1145 E. Via Colusa, the Twin Palms house in Palm Springs

Frank Sinatra’s Twin Palms house in Palm Springs has many visitors, but how long had it been since anyone opened the mailbox? A very long time, judging by all the envelopes and packages that had continued to be delivered over the decades. … More Inside Sinatra’s mailbox at 1145 E. Via Colusa, the Twin Palms house in Palm Springs

A non sequitur about deer–make that kangaroos–in the checkout lane

Did I ever mention that my nearby town of Desert Hot Springs is full of the downtrodden and dispossessed?   This afternoon I lined up at the supermarket checkstand behind a tattered, tufted guy–shirt untucked, jeans rolled up to mid-calf, sagging white socks–of about my same age, talking out loud, humming a song snippet, looking … More A non sequitur about deer–make that kangaroos–in the checkout lane