Monthly Archives: August 2012

So what is it like? It’s not like Barstow, the Bastogne of the desert, for one thing.  It’s a town (or clump of towns, from Desert Hot Springs slightly to the north, to Cathedral City, to Palm Desert to La … Continue reading →

Ok, I tried just to lay in the sun and read but it was hot, and no matter how much they misted me, it was still a little too hot to just sit there. But I did have eggs benny … Continue reading →

As I left the air museum, the sun was out so I thought, hey, why not go to see the Salton Sea.  But as I drove out there, the clouds gathered once again and I thought, gack, if the weather … Continue reading →

Paula asked where Lou would be and I have an answer.  He would be at the Palm Springs Air Museum.  Outside, an F-15, A6, F-16 and Cicadas screeching so loudly, that I couldn’t hear if my engine was off or … Continue reading →

It was a bit of a drive to Palm Springs.  The weather started out bright and sunny and I stopped to look around old Victoriaville.  It wasn’t that old. As I drove out past Applevalley towards Palm Springs more and … Continue reading →

I’ve talked about the sights but what about the people?  At the risk of being general, they’ve all be so nice and polite and friendly. A few have stood out, though, as … note-worthy. When I checked out this morning, … Continue reading →

After I woke up from a long, long nap, I checked my email and found one from my friend, Sheila, who is looking after my dogs. It was a frightening email. I haven’t gone on a vacation for 2 years … Continue reading →

As I was zipping down the highway towards home I saw a huge complex off to the right, or north for those who care. It was a huge, abandoned amusement park.  Fenced off.  Gated off.  Intact but tagged with graffiti. Oh … Continue reading →

I loved being at Roy’s, no matter how much it differed from my actual story.  I’m not sure why, though?  Why was it fun to walk around the church, the only person doing so, by the way, and why was … Continue reading →

As a writer, at least a fiction writer, I’m not required to tell the truth, the whole truth or really any part of the truth.  I make shit up.  That’s what I do.   However, I like to get stuff … Continue reading →