Almost a week late, but appreciated nonetheless, the photographer Ren sent me a photo he’d taken at the Dec. 7 Pomona Christmas Parade of the event’s “News Media” entrant. The fellow looks familiar, but I can’t place him.
I suppose this qualifies as bathroom humor: I write about my five days without a working shower or bathroom sink during a remodel in Wednesday’s column.
At the Big Boy press conference Thursday at Fairplex, the photographer known as Ren snapped a shot of me scribbling notes after an interview. That’s not the Big Boy in the background but rather a 1909 Sunkist locomotive. The woman in the vest has donned sunglasses to shield her eyes from the glare off my head.
Wednesday’s column is about my vacation, from which I returned Friday. (Unless you paid attention to my Twitter feed, you wouldn’t have known I was gone, as columns and blog posts kept appearing. Neat trick, eh?) I took a road trip up to the Bay Area and back along the coast. Really nice.
Above, the CDs I brought along, atop my California road atlas. Below are a few paragraphs I cut from the column, picking up right after I respond to my friend’s comment about mp3s. I chopped ‘em for space and maybe relevancy.
Wednesday’s column is a farewell to my car, which I drove for 12 years before recently upgrading.
Do you have, or have you had, loyal feelings to a particular car? Leave a comment and tell us about it.
I took a short vacation last month to Portland, Ore., which is the subject of Friday’s column. If you’ve been there, your reactions will be especially appreciated.
Fun fact: I left for Portland one month ago today, wrote the column a week or so after my return, and it’s languished ever since, as pressing business kept intruding.
I keep a relatively neat car, I like to think, but you can’t have a car for 12 years without a few unnecessary items accumulating. I cleaned out my car recently, prior to selling it, and was surprised by some of what I found. This photograph presents a carefully curated selection.
Clockwise from lower left: a handwritten list of Chinese restaurants on a desk calendar page from 2007; a “gold card” of unclear benefit from the Grove when I bought a computer circa 2005; one of perhaps a dozen Wet-Naps, saved but never used; a 1994-copyright Auto Club guide to emergency services; a punch card for Burger Bar in Claremont, marked once only (I didn’t really care for the meal) and now even more useless because the restaurant closed probably three years ago; an ArcLight theater card a friend pressured me to sign up for and which I never remembered to carry; a Virgin Megastore “Virgin Important Person” card for a chain that closed in 2009; a Ben and Jerry’s “Mood Magic Card,” date and purpose unknown and never used; and a keychain that came with an “Office” DVD, a miniature stapler in a miniature Jell-O mold.
What’s in your glove compartment, or what have you found in the past with embarrassment?
I have a habit: I always pick up spare change, from sidewalks, parking lots and floors. Even in a recent case, where I encountered a pile of 57 pennies. I write about that in Sunday’s column.