thoughts on father’s day

This evening I took my usual twilight walk up the hill. These walks often evoke memories of my hikes with Tommy in the Santa Monica Mountains years ago; tonight I swore I could hear the distant echo Tommy’s familiar call of “Dad!” as he waved to me on the trail ahead. Father’s Day for me […]

remembering a great and happy day in 1998

My grandson Garrett’s birthday is coming up soon — he will be 15. He is affectionately known as G or G-man, both of which are diminutives of his name. I vividly remember when G was born in 1998, a great and happy day. Below is a picture of me and G taken on the beach in Goleta in […]