"I guess I'm a Renaissance guy"
Let me say for the record that Bob Pool is one of the greatest journalists in Los Angeles. And I hate him. Nothing personal against him-- he's a fine guy whom I run into from time to time. Very pleasant. Very polite. But he gets the most freaking amazing stories, frequently right under my nose. I dread the assignment where we go head-to-head. The guy's a master.
For example, consider this passage:
Wheeler began killing time by writing. Perched on his motorcycle with a yellow pad on his knee, he wrote love poems. And then one romance novel, and another.
"People would always ask what I was doing sitting. They'd say, 'Are you writing a letter?' and I'd say, 'No, I'm writing a novel.' They say, 'Oh, about your job? You're writing about crime and police?' I'd tell them, 'No, I'm writing a love story,' " Wheeler says.
"Writing love stories, sitting in the gutters of L.A."
The rest of the story of Robert Wheeler, retired motor cop, romance novelist and abstract painter, is similarly fantastic. I wish I'd have written it myself. But don't take my word for it.... check it out yourself here. Nice work, Bob. And nice life, Robert.
Now back to fires and other unpleasant things.
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