LouLou's Journal

Thursday, August 16, 2018

The final comp of the Twenty Years Behind Bars book cover I shot in July arrived from Mark Hanson this morning. I absolutely love it.

InfiniteBlue, a dot-com domain that I've owned for ages, but never used for anything meaningful sold for a tidy sum this morning. Which prompts me to rush to my dad's house. He's been using the domain for his email address. Spend an hour trying to find him and icloud handle he likes. Unsuccessful, leave him to his own musings on the matter.

Race up to Petaluma to meet Philip for wine and bites. We spend hours catching up on everything from industry gossip to existentialist banter on visual story telling. Drive home slowly, the back way, blaring rock-and-roll under a dense field of stars. Give silent homage to the inventor of the sun roof.

Wednesday, August 15, 2018

Kimi and I try our hand at doing the podcast remotely. Shockingly, all goes well and we've got the followup to our distraction episode in the can.

Later, to Petaluma for dinner with Elaine. Oysters and vodka, oh my. Take a healthy oyster, drop in shot glass half full with vodka, drop a big dab of hot horseradish on top, and plop into my mouth. Chew to get all the flavors mashed together.

On the way home, drop by the Roaring Donkey's open mike night. Get to hear bad comedy and good music. Seriously think about giving the open mike a go next week.

Tuesday, August 14, 2018

I've been wanting to come up with a new tag line for BlinkBid for ages. Something that captures the expanded capabilities of what we've been building into software over the last year. Set out this morning to do just that. After many hours of banging my head against the wall, snipping at people like a terrier because they've called while I'm in a creative grump, I've come up with something that I like; "From vision to fruition lies bidding and producing."

Sufficiently pleased with myself, call everyone I was rude to and apologize, then escape the office for a hike.

Off to San Francisco for happy hour with two new friends, Stephanie and Matt. Phenomenal, funny, interesting people that I'm looking forward to seeing again with Emily. On the way home I accidentally find myself on the street of my childhood. Haven't seen the flat where I grew up in twenty years. It brings back an overwhelming flood of memories.

Sunday, August 12, 2018

Drive to fog enshrouded San Francisco for an afternoon at my parents. Talk to my father about family business and then he and I hang a new set of blinds. Getting out of the city during the Outside Lands music festival is challenging. Eventually make it to the bridge and the sunshine. Spend the day in blissful solitude doing nothing that I should be doing.

Friday, August 10, 2018

Standard operating Friday. See Sarah for pilates this morning. Office, emails, phone blather. Fun lunch with Tam Tam. Quick adventure to Tiburon to Sweet Things. A cigar with Greg and John. Dinner with dad who wants to turn my office into an impromptu examination room next week so he can look at Tamsen's injured knee.

Wednesday, August 8, 2018

Arrive at Greens restaurant at Fort Mason Center for lunch with Victoria. Thing is, there is no Greens. A construction crew has the place stripped down to the floor boards. Pop into The Interval café next door to get the gossip. A kitchen fire six weeks earlier.

A few further doors down, Radhaus is in its third day of operation. A bright, wide open, beer hall of a space with lots of white tile. The bar counter looks like it was fashioned from a very tall fallen tree. The food and the beer are very German and very good.

The rest of the day is essentially a shit show. That's two in a row. Can't tell if it's me, the weather, or a cosmic anomaly.

Go to the Buckeye to pick up graphics materials from Jeff for the book cover I shot a few weeks earlier. Run into a slew of people I know. That place is starting to feel like a school yard with cocktails. Vow to go out less and enjoy the environs of my own home. Truth be told, I'm pining for an adventure, anywhere.

Tuesday, August 7, 2018

The industry has been quiet these past two weeks. I forgot, when I was shooting pictures for a living, August was always dead. Call two prominent producers who confirm what I'm sensing. They both tell me that the machine revs up again right after labor day. Kimi and I switch our goals to accommodate the sleepy month. A gift really. A chance to revamp a few things in BlinkBid that have been bugging me for months.

It's a hot, dry, still day outside. Everything is cast in orange. A product of the smoke from all the wildfires around California. With each of the last three fire seasons being worst than the last, you'd expect the local governments to start considering some preventative measures. Sadly, their big accomplishment of the summer is outlawing straws.

Take the opportunity to work on a treatment that I started writing two weeks ago. Manage to finish in time to send the first draft to my trusted readers before I have to drive to the city. Visit my father, then off to a pub in the Sunset district to meet a writer friend for dinner. Amy and I have a proper catch up over whiskey, wine, and fried foods.

Sunday, August 5, 2018

Take advantage of a quiet Sunday to catch up on everything I avoided during the previous week. Then set out on the same 11 mile trek to the East Peak of Mt. Tam that Tamsen and I did on the 20th of June.

Arrive at the vistor center to find that the bathrooms, or, more importantly, the drinking fountain is out of order. Was really counting on that to fill up my water bottle. At the fire watch tower, make a short video and send to Emilly in Connecticut. Then start down to try and get back to my car before sunset.

Ten minutes into my decent, find a narrow trail that leads into the underbrush. Am certain this is the top end of the short cut that bisects all the switchbacks. Five yards in, a spine tingling buzz. A rattler is reared up and none too pleased about seeing me. We both freeze and stare at each other for a minute. Take two slow steps backward to get out of striking distance. The rapid buzz of the rattle slows to a shake and then ceases, but the snake remains in a striking posture. Pull out my phone to shoot a picture which immediately gets the rattle going again. Feel like I should leave a dead mouse or something, as a thank you for the photo, instead I slowly back up and jump back on the fire road. Pick up the short cut a little further down.

Find this on the California Fish and Wildlife site: When hiking, stick to well-used trails. Avoid tall grass, weeds and heavy underbrush where snakes may hide during the day. Clever, those professional wildlife folks.

Saturday, August 4, 2018

Facetime with Emily. I miss her. Morning coffee is just not the same without her here engaging our regular banter about all things happening in world.

A wonderfully uneventful day followed by late night cocktails with friends who have been drinking since late afternoon. They're plowed. The conversation is stilted and trivial, I've paid way too much for tomato and burrata, and I've just been served Grand Mariner in a shot glass. Drive home disappointed with myself, and eighty bucks poorer. A few hours earlier my gut was telling me to stay home. Should have gone with my gut.

Friday, August 3, 2018

I have absolutely no specific reason why, but in the month August, the sunsets feel different than in June and July. It's the late afternoon breeze we get here in central Marin. It kind of hints at the coming of fall. My pseudo scientific conjecture is that it has to do with the Earth's angle to the sun etcetera.

Start the day snaking the shower drain. A chore I loathe, but it brings me a bizarre gratification when it's completed. Especially when I see the water flowing effortlessly down the drain.

Fridays are sort of a de facto day off for my industry. Barely any emails come through and I can't raise a soul on the telephone. A lazy lunch and an afternoon of squirming through mundane tasks.

Talk to Kimi in LA. She advises that my clever photo gallery idea isn't all that clever. The photographic art market is severely depressed. My time would better be spent writing instead of pursuing avenues to distract me from my writing. She's right of course. In the end am happy I only lost $13.24 on purchasing the gallery's domain name.

Puff on a strong cigar at my smoking club, it leaves me slightly light headed. Leave a little woozy, and make my way to dinner with my father in San Francisco. I feel much better after I eat.

Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Wake up too early and on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Desperately try to improve my mood with loud music, strong coffee, and a long shower. Nothing works. Conclude that I'm not meant for day to day office mishegoss, I'm much better on the road.

At the office I take a stab at finishing a rewrite of TV treatment that I'd like to send down Los Angeles. Feel like I'm pulling syllables out of my fingertips with fish hooks. The first two thirds of the rewrite flowed like a swollen spring stream while on the plane to Connecticut last week. Now I can't seem to find the focus to finish what should be an ordinary task.

The day passes with me barely servicing a to-do list and answering emails. Tamsen arrives to step in for Gabrielle who is still in the hospital. I come up with what I think is a good idea for a photo gallery, but can't shake the feeling that I'm caught up in a vortex of distraction. Am thankful when I get on the phone with Kimi and we actually get something accomplished.

Chantal and I arrive at Bungalow 44 for our quarterly dinner meeting where we discuss the merritts of everything except work. There are a ton of friends and acquaintances at the restaurant. The evening turns into the saving grace of a dreadfully broken day.

Monday, July 30, 2018

After a miserable un-refreshing night's sleep am up at 6.30 to take Emily to the Marin Airporter. Amid all the chaos and travel of the last two weeks I have a palpable sense of not having had enough time with her. Now she's off for a month to help her mother. Even though I'll join her for a few days in the coming weeks, it's not the same as livin' our day to day. Am struck by the thought of a paradox; the mundanities of quotidian routine are actually quite special in there own right.

The practicalities of the office assault me as soon as I walk in the door. With Gabrielle out, I have to help cover customer service. I don't know how she does it. The vitriolic emails of some people is overwhelming. Am thankful that this is our slow season.

Chantal is in, which makes for a lot of fun banter and a remarkable efficiency as we plot the next steps for our company. By the end of the day I've solved a problem that's been vexing me for over a year.

Sunday, July 29, 2018

Our friend and colleague, Gabrielle, met with some dreadful luck this afternoon, she broke her tibial plateau. Consult my orthopedic father to get a true assessment of what that means. His standard answer; he needs to see the x-rays. But, he says, the poor girl has as long road ahead.

Emily and I repair to a wine and cheese shop down the way to get some time alone before she has to return to Connecticut. I can see the pain of her father's death in her eyes. It's not constant, the sadness seems to flow and ebb like a tide. She's been remarkably brave.

Dinner at the house with Julia, visiting us from Los Angeles. I still haven't quite got the knack of keeping turkey burgers from sticking to stanless steel pan.

Friday, July 27, 2018

In my continued quest to fly on time, I'm trying Southwest Airline's new direct flight from Newark to Oakland. The train from Penn station to Newark International is crowded but on time and fabulously affordable. Think about all the times I've been driven in a fancy black town car to JFK. Traffic is traffic no matter how comfortable the seat. Think I prefer the gentle rocking back in forth of the train's cadence and the marvelously distracting people watching.

All goes without a hitch and I land on time in Oakland only mildly bleary eyed. Make dinner for Emily and her friend Julia, thankful to eat a meal at home for the first time in two weeks.

Thursday, July 26, 2018

Summertime in New York. I feel like I’ve stepped out of the shower and dressed without touching a towel. I'm walking to Wall street for a meeting at an advertising agency. In the conference room, I'm the only one over thirty-five. Everyone I speak to is fabulous but they all have an east coast abruptness that takes me a second to get used to. It always does when I visit Manhattan.

One young woman, Virginia, who I've spoken with on the phone, has the driest, most hilarious sense of humor I've encountered in ages. Her wit and timing make me wonder why she's not on stage.

Meet with Elise and her production coordinator, Katheleen, for Vietnamese lunch. Elise and I pack several months worth of news and gossip into a forty-five minutes by talking very quickly. Kathleen enjoys her food and watches us like we're a dinner act.

A general meeting with a new agency that's launching in September. The founding agent is a veteran of the industry and one of the most delightful people I've ever met.

Finish my day at Art and Motion. It's fun to put faces to the voices that I've spoken to over the years.

Drinks with one of my oldest photography friends Laura, and close the night with dinner at an Italian restaurant with Jane who has been kind enough to put me up at her place in Greenwich Village.

Wednesday, July 25, 2018

Bill is laid to rest with full military honors. A gun volley and taps flawlessly played by a young member of the United States Marines in dress whites. Two other Marines lift the flag off his coffin, fold it, and present it to Bill's wife. The brief miltary ceremony is incredibly moving. Godspeed my friend, you were one of the good ones.

Tuesday, July 24, 2018

Calling hours for Bill. Friends visit, tell stories, laugh, and say goodbye to a much loved friend. The family's tears come in short torrents, like tropical rain storms that suddenly swell up and then dissipate. The old darling is going to be missed by many.

Monday, July 23, 2018

Keeping my promise to avoid SFO at all costs, an experiment: fly to the east coast via OAK—using public transportation to get the airport. From ferry to Bart (using their new OAK airtrain service) to TSA security is an hour and twenty minutes. Forty minutes longer than taking a car on a day without traffic (ha). Twenty minutes longer than driving on any given weekday.

Friday, July 20, 2018

Tough news this morning. Emily's father passed away unexpectedly. It's all very surreal. A gentle giant of a man who loved daily breakfast with his friends, communing with the neighborhood cat, and spending time with his family, is gone. Find myself tightly embracing the precious memories of his ceaseless smile and the echoes of his dry, repetitive humor.

Tuesday, July 17, 2018

My last day in Los Angeles. Kimi begrudgingly makes her way to the west side so we can meet. Have an extended lunch and then get an inordinate amount of work done. We always move quickly through our agenda when we're face to face. She mentions that she's got a great idea for a podcast episode, but won't tell me until it's time to record.

Meet with Emily B for a long coffee at her office. Another long-time friend I haven't seen for a while. Talk about movies, movies, and cats.

Dinner at Republique with Ali. Getting there is a bit if chore. Up until this evening I've had remarkable luck with traffic. When at last I arrive the evening commences with phenomenal food and epic conversation.

Monday, July 16, 2018

It's Florida muggy in Los Angeles today. Make my way down to an ad agency in Playa for a BlinkBid meeting. Arrive shockingly early. There wasn't a lick of traffic. Caffeine seems in order. Around the corner at a Peet's coffee I run into one of my oldest LA friends, Mikey. We're just catching up when I look at my watch a realize that I'm on the verge of being late.

Lunch at Urth in Venice, for old-times-sake. It's packed which makes for fabulous people watching.

Commence the amazing friends tour; coffee with Jaron on Sawtelle. Dinner and cigars with Craig at the Grand Havana Room.

Sunday, July 15, 2018

The plan; get to the airport way early, watch the World Cup finals, hop on a flight to LA. It falls apart enroute when a Southwest text message informs me that my flight is cancelled and the next available departure is four hours later.

Watch France relentlessly overcome the heroic efforts of the Croatians to win the World Cup. I was routing for Les Bleus, but I can't help feeling a little for the Croatian team.

Get a standby position at the very last minute and make it to LA only three hours later than anticipated. Resolve never to fly out of SFO again.

Dinner with Karen and Fiona at Salt in MDR. The restaurant lives inside a fabulous Marina Del Rey hotel, which has been around since the incpetion of the marina.

Thursday, July 12, 2018

On location at The Buckeye Roadhouse shooting a book cover for the soon to be released Another, Twenty Years Behind Bars by Jeff Burkhart. Look through the view finder thinking that it never gets old realizing a creative vision that tells a story. We're working fast, and around restaurant staff who are readying for lunch. The wonderful Tamsen plays the role of "girl passed out on bar." The books's author does a spectacular job looking like a mildly dispirited bartender.

Out sailing wearing new sunglasses specifically for the sport. Academically I know how important good eyewear is, but wow, what a difference. Never feel my eyes squint once. Looking out across the ocean, just outside the Golden Gate Bride, a water spout reveals the location of a whale. As the boat gets closer, the sea creature breaks the surface with it's massive tale. I'm as giddy as a child.

The day finishes where it started, only this time I'm eating dinner with friends at the Buckeye's bar instead of shooting pictures of it.

Sunday, July 8, 2018

My business partner's son, William, celebrates his first birthday today. It's a wonderful affair with incredible food, good people, and birthday cake that is so rich in chocolatey goodness that after I eat a piece I find myself running around looking for conversation. Any conversation.

After the birthday party, trek down the road to the Barfly's lair for a whiskey education and tasting. The history of my favorite spirit is incredibly vast. We get to try some bourbons that can't be found anywhere except at auction for thousands of dollars. With the taste of bourbon still on our palate, the two Johns, Jamie, and myself head to dinner.

Saturday, July 7, 2018

Drive to John's house (he's got cable TV) at 7.00 a.m. for chocolate croissant, strong coffee, and England vs Sweden. Emily, (of Swedish decent) none too happy that I'm rooting for England. England prevails and moves up to the semi finals.

The rest of the day is spent visiting my father while in a light fog of sleep deprivation. On the boat I got used to waking with the sunrise at 5.30 a.m., a habit that seems to have followed me to the shore. Totally incompatible with my owl like tendency to get to sleep on the later side.

End the day with dinner and fabulous conversation at Elaine's house in Petaluma.

Friday, July 6, 2018

Re-entry into my normal life is proving to be difficult. I swear two thirds of my brain is in revolt. Am finding it hard to focus on the things that need to get done. My legs feel like they're rocking a little, as if I were still on the boat. The best part of the day is my regularly scheduled dinner with my dad.

Wednesday, July 4, 2018

Happy birthday America.

Prepare to leave the boat to drive Kilian's son to the Sacramento airport and then make my way home. As it turns out someone else heading south-west and can easily provide an airport ride. After a tequila shot, and five minutes of peer pressure from a gaggle of kids, I cave and agree to stay another night.

Sunday, July 1, 2018

This is a view of Shasta Dam at 6.00 a.m. We're on the patio boat motoring in to the bar on shore to watch the World Cup soccer matches. I'm not what you'd call a "morning person", but there's something to the quiet beauty of the early hours. Especially with a cup of good coffee in your hand.

Saturday, June 30, 2018

Speeding up highway 505. There's a mushroom cloud in my rear view mirror. Like I've narrowly escaped a nuclear blast. It feels like an apt metaphor for the first half of my year. It is in fact the smoke from the wildfires in Lake County. Turn the music up, press on the gas, and forge ahead.

Arrive at Bridge Bay marina in the late afternoon. The lake isn't as high as last summer, but not drought years low either. At the docked houseboat it's all smiles and embraces as we wait for everyone else to arrive.

Thursday, June 28, 2018

A wave of anticipation for my annual trip to lake Shasta has overcome me resulting in a mad state of tidying up home and work so I can depart without any lingering responsibilities. The forecast for the next few days promises a heat wave peaking at 109F. Sweet Jesus, me thinks most of this year's trip is going to be spent in the water.

Wednesday, June 20, 2018

It started out as small hike in the Marin watershed. It turned into a nine mile jaunt up and back to the top of the east peak of Mount Tamalpais. The distraction of fabulous conversation with my friend Tamsen kept us going to a point when Tamsen's competitive spirit continually urged us to round "one more switchback." Soon we we're in sight of the top. By the time we descended to within a half mile of the car, my legs are jello.

Monday, June 18, 2018

Duck out of work early to celebrate Emily's birthday. Head to the spa for clay masks, sauna, and a massage. Then off to Muir beach to watch a fog enshrouded sunset. Finish the day with a delicious pint at the Pelican Inn.

Saturday, June 16, 2018

A few days ago Kimi and I recorded an episode of the Chaos and Creativity podcast dedicated to discovering how the overuse of technology affects our creative abilities. Our concerns are different; Kimi subconsciously looks at her iPhone too often durring the day. I'm easily distracted by the vast myriad of content available on the internet, a mode of procrastination justified by the age old cliché; "I'm learning something new about my business, or my life, or my relationship."

Last thursday I took steps to drastically diminish my exposure to the internet. Things like eating lunch outside, instead of in front of my computer, leaving my phone in the car instead of taking it into a restaurant. I also cancelled email subscriptions to just about everything. Probably the toughest act was deleting the vast majority of my bookmarks. Even though I haven't looked at most of them in years, it still bizarrely felt like I was throwing something tangible away.

My physical and emotional reaction has been surprising. On the one hand, my head feels more free to engage in abstract thinking. The darker side is what I can only classify as classic withdrawal symptoms; urges and agitation. A real eye opener about how are existence is inextricably entangled with internet, and how insidious that entanglement can become if it is unchecked.

Sunday, June 10, 2018

I've been a bachelor this weekend, what with Emily down in LA visiting her friend. Expected I would have engaged in far more debaucherous deeds than sleeping in, catching up on reading a slew of longform articles, and writing a ton. There's always tonight. But, to paraphrase from Feris Bueller's Day Off, I just can't think of anything fun to do.

Monday, June 4, 2018

Human again. Well, almost. Still have a touch of cough which means I'm still not able to hike. Heavy breathing kicks off a hacking fit. The flu is really a two to three week illness if we're talking in terms of being back to 100 percent.

The weekend was low key with the exception of a fabulous dinner with new friends, Nicole and Brian. Their teenage son joined us after he got off work from the nearby burger joint. I couldn't help thinking what a cool job it must be to work at a diner. Fast paced, a wide diversity of people. He regaled us with stories of all the food modifications requested by the people of this high maintenance county I live in. "I'll have the meaty meat burger sans meat please." Stuff like that. What a hoot.

Saturday, May 26, 2018

The trip to Arizona, and then to St. Louis immediately following have taken their toll. Woke yesterday morning feeling mildly listless with a tickle in the back of my throat. This morning it's full blown. I feel like crap. Thankfully it's a holiday weekend, there won't be any expectations for higher intelligence.

Have just heard from Kilian, he and his wife were due for an overnight at our place, up from LA. He's bedridden as well and won't be traveling. Must be in the air.

Emily says I've been complaining about feeling low energy for over a week. Last time I had these symptoms it was walking pneumonia.

Emily ran out and got me an orange carrot juice blend from one of those fancy juice shops that require a credit-check before selling your any of their over priced brews. I avoid asking how much it cost and pour the elixir into a glass with reserved ceremony. To be honest, it's delish.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

My reverence for actors is absolute. I'm at the RGG studios in St. Louis. This is the second day of looking at a camera talking about the business of photography for an upcoming video series. I've never done anything so difficult. Mangled words, mumbling, and speaking too quickly are my crimes against the endeavor. The directors, Sean and Gary, and the DP, Seth, have exhibited biblical patience with me. I'm forever in their debt.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

An act of blatant extravagance. Fly to Phoenix to meet Chantal — in from Texas — for spa treatments and dinner at the Four Seasons in Scottsdale. Was incredibly lucky to also connect with Shannon, an old friend whom I hadn't seen ten years. Then back to California the next day to return to the daily rigors.

Thursday, May 10, 2018

I've written a speech for Dr. Paula Dhanda to deliver at MedShare's 20th anniversary event. We're at the Commonwealth Club in San Francisco. Meet the announcer for The Giants, Renel Brooks-Moon, in the green room before the event starts. Fabulous is really the only appropriate word one can use to describe her.

The speech goes well, if not mildly more serious than the vibe of the room. One of the inherent challenges of speech writing. Another challenge, for me at least, is the detachment of not being the presenter of my work. So it goes.

Wednesday, May 9, 2018

Drive two and half hours south west to Pacific Grove for dinner with photographer Brian Smith and producer Pamela Barry. They're both here for a Sony event. Can't remember having ever been to PG. It's one of those rarities in that it still feels like a California coastal town versus a manufactured version of a California coastal town.

At dinner the conversation picks up right where it left off the last time we saw each other over a year ago.

Sunday, April 29, 2018

It's an auspicious day today. I can't put my finger on why, but everything feels different. Maybe it's due to a full moon this evening. A full, Pink Moon.

Thursday, April 26, 2018

From the lofty elevation afforded by a satellite map, this ditch looked like a crazy shortcut to the top of the east peak of Mt. Tamalpais. Had been meaning to seek it out for months when I happened on it tonight while hiking up a switchback. It's thirty minutes 'till sunset, it's cold, and I'm in a t-shirt. What could go wrong?

Following the ditch is tough. It's deep and steep and claustrophobic with foliage. But, in the end, my hunch is correct and I'm spit out on to a familiar fire road. It took a third of the time to descend, via ditch, than it did to climb up. My legs are a little beat up, nothing a bourbon and two Advil won't fix. New discoveries, no matter how trivial, are always a bit of thrill.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

The clear sunny sky at Tomales Point is misleading. The wind blowing off the Pacific Ocean and through the trees is chilling me to the bone. I love this trail. It's basically nine and half miles of spectacular ocean view that's shared with free roaming Elk. They're very polite and keep themselves to themselves.

At my suggestion Emily and I break off the trail to sit on a patch of grass and have a chin wag. As we do, I can't help looking around thinking how lucky I am to live so close to this place. I won't realize for three days that I'm sitting in a patch of poison oak that will make my lower legs look like I belong in a leper colony.

Sunday, March 18, 2018

Foxes are revered in Gaelic lore. It feels auspicious to see two of them on the trail.

Truth be told, in the waning light of the day, I thought they might be mountain lion cubs. So I was mildly concerned that their mother might be lingering nearby as I approached to take the photo. It wasn't 'till I got back to the car and took a good look at the picture that I realized that I had seen a young pair of bold foxes and not cougars cubs.

Wednesday, February 7, 2018

Bob Jimenez was a San Francisco news anchor at KRON TV in the late seventies and early eighties. Through my mother's acquaintance with him, I got behind the scenes access to a news broadcast. I was a freshman in high school at the time, and my eyes just about bugged out of my head as I watched and listened to the show come together in real time.

Decades later, I'm here in New York on my way to see my friend Ellen, a producer for Good Morning America. She walks out of the door at the ABC building, and, just as we're about to walk to a restaurant, she asks if I want to see the TV studios. "Yes please," I say.

As soon a we get to the control room for Nightline, I get the same sense of awe and amazement as I had when I was a kid in San Francisco.

Wednesday, January 10, 2018

On those rare days when the fog manages to linger late in the afternoon, I feel like I'm in another country. Or a Tolkien novel.