I was panhandled in novel ways during my recent Bay Area vacation. That would be old news by now, but thankfully I was panhandled in Riverside late last month, thus freshening up the encounters and allowing me to write a Sunday column.
My lack of air conditioning at home is moderately well known among longtime readers. Over the summer, I couldn’t take it anymore and got two portable units for my rental. I write about this milestone in my Wednesday column.
I’d been meaning to address this since July, when this took place, but what with one thing or another, it didn’t get done. Last weekend’s surprise heat wave seemed to offer one last excuse this calendar year, and I was able to find the notes I’d made the afternoon of the installation on the back of an envelope. Voila, a column.
Belatedly writing about my vacation last month, I share my visits to bookstores and record stores — eight of the former, three of the latter — in my Sunday column.
You may recall that I wrote about showing my vaccination card all over the place, but my intention to write about what I did while I was away kept getting put off for local news and features. To me, though, it’s important now and then to simply share a slice of my life.
The Society of Professional Journalists’ LA chapter named me a (cough) Distinguished Journalist. To be fair, they’ve never met me in person. Anyway, my colleague Beau Yarbrough wrote a story about it, which you can read here. It’s nice.
The awards ceremony has been pre-recorded. We were each given two minutes maximum for an acceptance speech. I got to go first. After hearing everyone else’s speech, I thought, boy was mine dumb. Still, if you’d care to watch on Thursday night, you can RSVP here.
Back from vacation, I write about one specific aspect of my trip to San Francisco, Berkeley and Oakland: namely, being asked for my vaccination card and ID at multiple businesses. I was fine with it, just to be clear; this was just a step ahead of Southern California, and a place the IE probably won’t go. It’s the topic of my Friday column.
Visiting all 30 Major League ballparks is a nice idea and a good way to see the country from stem to stern, but it would take more dedication and vacation time than most of us have. I’m at 11. I have friends who’ve been to 13 and 17. A Menifee man tells me he’s been to 27, and only to see the Dodgers — speaking of dedication. I write about all this in my Wednesday column.
Some readers have had easy airline experiences this year, others have had terrible ones and some are simply avoiding air travel. I write about their varied experiences, with some of my own, in Friday’s column.
I write about my two days in Milwaukee in Friday’s vacation-themed column.
I had a great vacation, but out of five flights, two were canceled. In the first case I got a later flight; in the second I took a train instead. Traveling post-COVID — full flights, full airports, masking — is the subject of my Wednesday column. Have you boarded a plane or two yet or are you holding off?
I saw baseball games in St. Louis, Chicago and Milwaukee over the course of six days. That’s a lotta national anthems! I write about our national pastime for my July Fourth column, my first in almost two weeks due to vacation.