Having the flu is one of the worst things ever. Having it after a trip to Vegas is just plain annoying, as one can expect to receive texts asking if I’m reeeeeally home sick. Yes, I am. Feel free to swing by later – I’d be happy to infect you.I ha…

All the way home on my drive back from Las Vegas, the afternoon light was doing interesting things. Around the California/Nevada border, it was high overhead. Sunny. Bright. Positive. Beautiful. Something about the way it cast shadows made them se…

Las Vegas is a beautiful town, but as a client of mine once said, it wasn’t built on winners.I’ve been here a ton of times, but usually for work. Many Augusts have been spent at Las Vegas Motor Speedway filming commercials, and I’m back in the cit…

I left Anaheim a little later than I’d liked to get on the road for Vegas, and I was OK with that. I had a productive morning and decided to take my time, not worry about drivers going too slowly and get here when I got here. Check-in time wasn’t …

Have you ever thought repeatedly about someone that you haven’t seen in a long time, and wondered why that individual kept coming to mind? On my walking route in the evenings, I pass by a home where one of my childhood friends lived. I’m not sure …

We’re used to smelling things that are supposed to have a scent. Perfume, flowers, orange blossoms, the smell right after you blow out a candle. A cake baking in the oven, firewood burning, the lingering smell of fabric softener on just-dried clot…

When I’m in the car, I like listening to my own mix of music. Sometimes I’ll switch to AM radio to try to catch a traffic report if there seems to be unusual slowing/stopping, but for the most part, I’m a non-radio person. This morning’s drive dow…

When I was little, my mom used to drive me up to the Fullerton hills so that I could feed the horses. The ones we’d visit belonged to a family that had a vast expanse of property, complete with a ravine and a multitude of shade trees. Back then, y…

A ball of lint is a peculiar thing. It’s essentially deemed worthless and “nothing,” but it always comes from something. We wear a prized article of clothing, and inevitably it yields a wad of lint. We put our clothes in a dryer, and before you kn…

When I was little, I remember my dad making coffee for holidays, family gatherings and the occasional lazy Sunday morning. It wasn’t the usual instant coffee he’d enjoy during weekdays, it was the product of an on-the-stove thingamabob that seemed…