This is day #38 of Quarantine. I escaped yesterday into a semblance of my previous life. I drove the car across the big bridge (something I haven’t done in about 10 days), and over to San Diego’s Sports Arena area, which is named after a big, antiquated facility more famous for the swap meet that... Continue Reading →
Living in the Age of Disease • Part 1
Everything old is new again. Last week, I sent a letter to a dear friend. I don’t think I’ve written an actual letter to anyone in years. And today I’m writing something for my blog, which is almost exclusively a place where I post photos. But years ago I blogged incessantly, almost daily, ad infinitum,... Continue Reading →