Most of these were taken in the jungle-like back yard of the Santa Monica Canyon house, just above the beach. Two are probably in Malibu. The cat was named Nexus.
During the summer of young niece Gabrielle’s visit, much of the evening entertainment consisted of live group readings (everyone would take a turn) and listening to music. Guests seemed to drop by regularly. And sometimes we went to the San Fernando Valley to watch velodrome racing, to supplement the late afternoon impromptu pickup racing brother Dennis engaged in, riding up Pacific Coast Highway with his exotic featherweight bicycle. This followed his work by day of building and repairing bicycles (and working construction) when he was not writing.
Spent most of the day working out in my head the solutions to four new development projects that emerged this week. The rest of my body accompanied Kim to the medical clinic, where I read issues of Time magazine, stared out the windows and saw one of the most decrepit but running (and starting and apparently running well) Ford pickups I have seen for awhile. And walked down to the former workplace to give off a little consulting.
Kim documents the attempted strangulation of The Charlie-Dog …
Just kidding. Charlie probably has a brighter future than I do …