San Diego

San Diego is a city I love and where I lived in my 20s. It is billed as a tourist-town and a navy town, but it is so much more.
sundown @ torrey pines12. Winter In San Diego

S D

March 23, 2015

San Diego! That means tank top days. Shorts and jumps in the pool and the Wine Company. That means La Jolla and Del Mar, but it also means Mira Mesa and Convoy. It means choy lai fut, my kung fu brothers and sisters, and a bowl of pho afterwards. And Shanghai City for “dumplings with […]

March 14, 2015

I have immensely enjoyed every cigar and cigarette and cigarillo that has ever given me an excuse to stand on a street corner Paris, France or San Francisco Kettner Ave in San Diego anywhere the red light of America – or to squat in my garden in a light rain to inspect my arugula and […]

December 9, 2013

Always thought I’d learn to surf. San Diego. I moved here in 1999. Always thought I’d live at the beach someday. Live in OB or PB or Encinitas. Buy a board and learn to surf. It never happened. I lived out by State for two years while I went to school. Lived briefly in City […]

December 8, 2013

Macchiato morning in north park. Macchiato morning in my spot that was my spot before I knew what good coffee was. Just that I wanted a macchiato. Calabria’s warm, woody espresso. A warm December morning in San Diego. This is the city I lived in for eight years and was grumpy in because I wanted […]

December 1, 2012

From Henry Miller to Baudelaire to Thoreau to Gustav Flaubert, poets have advised to ‘get drunk on a glass of a water.’ And why not? Taste water like you do wine. One of my fondest wishes is that I could drink wine all day and not become drunk. Just to taste the wines and think […]

It’s odd to look out the window at the wing of the plane. Looks so peaceful out there. As if you could walk out to the tip and look down at the clouds, the fields, the cities. Only you know the air is going by at 600MPH out there and how you’d survive for, oh, […]

January 15, 2012

The Second Morning I like a bar best around 4PM when it’s quiet and you just begin to sense the flood that’s coming. Upstairs at The Field is one spot. Corner booth, in the window. Pint of Guinny and maybe a shot in front of me. The hostesses and waiters all up and down the […]