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This is a state…

This is a state park and the walking path is literally right here. Were they gathered together there would be, like, Herds of alligators. Why I wondered, and sought out the Ranger to ask, why don’t the alligators eat the children? As it turns out, sometimes they do.

Nick and his sweet…

Nick and his sweet daughter. This was a going-away party at Hama Sushi where they serve cold sake from huge longnecked containers that reach across the long tables and every hipster in Venice is crowded five deep at the bar or grouped into every bit of floor waiting for their turn.

Original walls at San…

Original walls at San Juan Capistrano.

I love this outing – pick up the train at Union Station, clickity-clack along the scenic California coast, get off at Capistrano and enjoy walking around the totally delightful town, get cul-tra-fied at the mission, eat, drink and be merry and train it back without a moment’s aggravation.

Don’t miss it! Take anyone who hasn’t done it and you can be a champ.

Sandy at the beach….

Sandy at the beach.

We drove up the coast, paid for parking at a place I forget the name of… it was a trying-to-be-private beach but if you paid for parking you could use the facilities. This made the area quiet and a bit hoity toity, just like we like.

Another too dark shot….

Another too dark shot. It was a learning experience. I was struggling the whole time with various error messages and the camera hanging up for no reason I could discern only to discover after it was all over that the meter was set wrong…

We Love technology but she can be a frightful mistress.

Now here is a…

Now here is a story facinating to all who knew her. Jan Dubois, returned. More to follow.

Kneeling: Carole, Emilia, Bonny. Standing: Richard, Desda, Bob, Jan, me, Bob, Ben.

Burt and Charlene having…

Burt and Charlene having a picnic at The Will Geer Theatre. This place, up in Topanga, is so totally cool. As well as the picnic grounds, they offers great theater throughout the summer in a fabulous open arena. The players are mostly amature with a few Hollywood names thrown in because why not. The production and direction is first rate.

We have all been recommending it wildly.

Becky and Marsha singing…

Becky and Marsha singing at Alicia’s wedding reception. At our table, we kept sending the guys off to scavange more wine. This picture kind of tells the tale.

My next door neighbor…

My next door neighbor Margaret, the flying WWII WASP, fixing my door. ‘Here honey,’ she says, ‘let me take care of that for you.’

And when you’re using screws, rub a bar of soap over the ridges before you go into the wood.

Mary Ann’s wedding shower….

Mary Ann’s wedding shower. The kids: Susan’s neighbor’s girl, Coleen, a neighbor boy. Seated: some chick, Mary Ann, Chelsea. Standing: a woman we don’t know, another woman we don’t know, Susan, Karen the bride’s maid, Barbara.

The ones we don’t know are these – the neighbor to the side, the neighbor to the back and somebody else.

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