moon over los angeles

Author Michael Connelly, who has great affection for Los Angeles, speaks for me when he writes in his novel The Black Ice: He loved the city most at night. The night hid many of the sorrows. It silenced the city yet brought deep undercurrents to the surface. It was in this dark slipstream that he […]

the santa monica mountains, part 2

I recently was going through my desk and found an old parking stub dated March 26, 1985… Tom’s 16th birthday. If my memory serves me correctly (a big “if” these days) it’s a parking ticket from Will Rogers State Park, which is located just north of Sunset Boulevard in the foothills of the Santa Monica […]