Keegan and I went to Phoenix over the weekend for the Wild West Rugby Fest. Waiting to board on our flight back to Los Angeles, I noticed all the little birds hopping around the airport. I had eaten a sandwich and brushed the crumbs off my lap and they just went crazy.
Happy Thanksgiving, Los Angelenos and everyone else!
It certainly was a wet one for those of us in Hollywood and the surrounding areas but when you get precipitation as infrequently as we do, the rain is a welcome addition to the holiday. It makes it a lot easier to justify locking yourself up in your home (or someone else’s) and spending the entire day eating dishes whose main ingredients are butter and sugar.
On Saturday, for the first time in a very long time, I had the time and motivation to leave the house and do what I’m constantly being advised to do, which is, “Take a hike!”
So here is the view of Fryman Canyon heading uphill via the camera on my phone. A few minutes before I took this picture, I saw Ray Romano walking downhill with a friend.
See? Even if I try to avoid celebrity, I end up somehow walking right into it. But to make up for it, there’s a hell of a view of Los Angeles once you get up to the top.
At my last apartment, I was close enough to Bronson Canyon to be able to run there directly from my house. Back when my running partner Mauricio and I were regularly getting up early to go for jogs there, we would get just high enough (altitude-wise, of course) so we could look down on Hollywood and yell at the smog, traffic, studios and executives, “You shall not conquer me!”
I think it’s about time I reintigrated that activity back into my daily routine, lest L.A. think it’s starting to get the best of me.
Two Laysan Albatross who mate for life, make courtship calls and dance during a moonlit night over on Sand Island in the Midway Atoll National Wildlife Refuge…(AP Photo/Lucy Pemoni)
…unlike the Hollywood Albatross, who mate until disinterest sets in and/or something better comes along.
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