
My parent’s house, far away from sunny SoCal. Molly was a sweatheart who’s much missed. This is the view from the bottom of their driveway. Gorgeous, but out in the boonies.


Right here is the reason that I live in Southern California. Born and raised here, I much prefer the view on Christmas morning (2006) from my convertible then my experience in Scotland (2002) - although I’ll admit it was fun as a temporary visit. Since then, my sister has gone and done the unthinkable, moving herself and family to New England, so I’ve experienced more white Christmases. Burrr. It’s a good thing they’re worth it.

I used to race on this boat once a week. It’s been a couple of years, but I’m hoping to get back into it in the future. That’s me on the right!