A Winter’s Tale


A man was moving out of his English cottage, and I was walking by, and he invited me in, to see it before he left for good, on a Toluca Lake street (where I’ve set my next short story), into a home, emptied of content, yet still full of emotion; an ideal cottage in the…

Friday Night Chrome.


The chrome, metal, motor and wheels crowd gathered at Bob's Big Boy, as they do every Friday night, to partake of a parking lot full of old restored cars. One old man had an old crank shaft Model T and was showing a crowd how to turn the engine on. There was a very long…

Toluca Lake.


It makes me happy to walk around this neighborhood of shade trees, fine old homes and sidewalks. I found this old mailbox on one corner.