Morning at the Mirror
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...

The waves in San Diego are generally small. When they get big, they're seldom rideable.
But sometimes you get to see a little bit of that fabled tube, the shack, the blanket of water enveloping you and your board just before it closes over you and rolls you into the sand. Pull the Blanket Over was from one of those days when mother ocean wrapped me in her arms . . . just before slapping me against the sand. :-)
As you grow older, things and money and earthly pleasures begin to lose meaning. You begin to unders...
This is an untitled piece I never liked that much, but several people have told me what they like ab...
Some cats like their backs scratched. Some like to flop in your lap whenever they damn well feel lik...
Perched at the most southern end of San Diego, with the view of the Silver Strand and Tijuana to the...