Robin and Phyllis amidst the snow of Mt. Lemon near Tuscon, Arizona some considerable years ago. She came to visit me in Tucson where I had my first job in television news.
I think I must feel a need to step back from the intensity of nurturing my ill father. We are now, I realize, preparing to say goodbye to him. He isn't with us the way he has been during this past year. I deny it and then I face it, then deny it again. So, my college friend Phyllis, who lives in L.A., has invited me down for a break. She and her husband John and I have been friends for many years.
Also on tap in the Southland: my long-time television/film buff/screenwriter friend Steve Latshaw is celebrating a landmark birthday and his move into grandfatherhood, all in the same year. Some friends and I are putting on a shebang for him. I'll be reporting from his party, which will be filled with a collection of Southern California people so strange, none of them even uses drugs. (Or at least that is what they tell me.)
Anyway, I'll be out on Highway 101 early Thursday. And I have hired some big burly guards for my home, so don't even think about using this as an opportunity to visit it while I'm away. Also, my sister is in residence and she is much more fearsome than any big burly guards. And several Old Boyfriends who Owe Me will be staying in all the guest rooms.
So don't touch that dial. Next we report from the land of Santana winds.