Back in ’90, when I was in college at Santa Cruz, I decided I’d start wearing khakis. In retrospect, I’m not sure what prompted the decision, but it probably had something to do with my tendency to rebel against whatever they were doing on the hill. And, as I have a tendency to make life more complicated than it needs to be, I set out on a mission to find original vintage American GI khakis. At about the same time, on the other side of the country, Bill Thomas was on a similar mission, but rather than scouring the Army-Navy surplus stores, he set out to “save this small but symbolic piece of Americana.”
Friday, May 24, 2013
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Friday, May 3, 2013
Hunter S. Thompson premiered his "GONZO" journalism style with this piece on the Kentucky Derby for Scanlan's Monthly, vol. 1, no.4, June 1970...
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Friday, April 5, 2013
From the plows we used to put grain in the silo to the knives we used to prepare our food for the table, I was raised with a great reverence for the implements that make life livable. We bought the best we could afford, and cared for them as if our livelihood depended upon it…and it often did.
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Monday, January 7, 2013
I met Susan a lifetime ago at a party in the Hollywood Hills. She was the first peer I'd met in my "adult" life that when asked what they do, replied "I am a painter." There was no wavering, no feeble attempts at justification, no dancing around it. It was a declaration that stuck in my head and inspired me. She knew what she was and was brave enough to announce it to the world long before I could.
Fifteen years later she walked into church. She didn't remember me, but I knew her in an instant. We've since become friends, and she continues to inspire me. She was kind enough to share a glimpse of her Sporting Life with us...
Sunday, December 2, 2012
Cocktails are a vacation in a glass, able to transport you across the globe in the moment it takes your mind to register the delicious flavors floating across your tongue. A good cocktail is like a five star resort on a powder-white sandy beach, overflowing with beautiful women in string bikinis that think you’re handsome and charming. A bad cocktail is akin to a roadside motel with a chain-link fenced pool beside the highway with a dead cat floating in it....
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