Saturday, August 24, 2013
In the can't judge a book by its cover department, auteur or autistic division: Many mornings I try to strike up a conversation with a shy, shambling guy with glasses, who walks two small dogs. I always imagined he was about 26 and recovering from a nervous breakdown so he had moved back into his parents' house to regroup. So today I run into a woman walking the two small dogs, Zoe and Bella, and I say "Oh, usually I see an... interesting young man walking these dogs instead." Oh that's my son, she says. Turns out he's 16 genius auteur/actor who loves Shakespeare, got rave reviews for playing "Bottom" in A Midsummer Night's Dream at the Los Angeles County High School for the Arts, that he's been directed by Spike Lee in a TV pilot written by Tom "Homicide" Fontana, uses a typewriter for his screenplays to emulatehis idol Woody Allen, that he wants to go to film school at NYU, super-focused, and his dad is an actor-==producer whose movie just won the Jury Prize at the Cannes Film Festival. So... That's L.A. for ya.
Sunday, March 24, 2013
Our dear boy Huck died February 24, 2013. He was a beautiful, soulful Afghan Hound. Huck went quickly. Sunday morning, he had trouble standing up. By midnight, as the Oscars played on TV, Huck breathed his last breath. Marla and I loved him so.