My Summer Car I have a new car back at home. I love my car almost as much as I love my pets because I’m a Southern Californian and we love our cars inordinately. But I’m on vacation now. For six weeks I get to idle my time in the soft and green humidity of America’s heartland, far away from the sharp frenzy of the CA’s summer beach life. And while I’m here, the buggy in the picture is my buggy. She’s about ten years old. She has over 150 thousand miles on her. She has a

Orange Red Farm Door I’m in this tiny town in Western Illinois and yesterday their monthly air raid siren went off. It wailed long and strong. Went on longer than the tsunami siren they’ve just installed at the end of the Balboa Peninsula. And at the end, the sound even got creative. Short and long and short again. This morning a one- propeller plane flew over. I haven’t heard an airplane in two weeks, let alone a propeller airplane. I rushed out to have a look, and fo