when I first moved to Tijuana
I remember the night I moved to Tijuana. I had planned everything. I would rent a place at the beach. Live for a couple nights in the Gardens motel and find a small apartment for maybe two hundred dollars. As …
Highway 80, first thoughts
I am old enough to remember when Interstate Eight was built over our back-country mountains. Before then, the main route east was what we now call Old Highway 80. That is the highway I recall traveling as a child. One …
A chilly, wet day in San Diego, on the Mexican frontier of California. At home.
17 March 2012 I sit in the dining room – or rather dining area, since there is no wall, per se, between the dining and living room – it is all part of an open space, with windows running along …
weather chill in paradise
One of my on-line friends – if, as is often debated, our so-called “friends” truly are that – but whatever the case, one of my on-line acquaintances commented, on a videologue of mine the other day, “Oh, has your snow …