As soon I saw that the theme this week was time capsules, I started hearing voices. More like a voice, to be specific. That of Jim Croce, singing Time in a Bottle. This is not a good thing. Time in a Bottle ranks up there as one of my all-time least favorite songs. One that makes me about want to slit my throat it is so grim, gloomy, depressing and…
My first true love was Shaun Cassidy. I was ten, he was twenty, and I plotted endlessly in my head about how when he was thirty I would be twenty and we could get married. I was certain he would wait for me. I planned my whole week around the Hardy Boys, and anxiously awaited the show. (And occasionally might have been brought to tears when it was a Nancy…
The other day, I was walking home from a friend’s house on a beautiful day. The cliche about L.A. is true — nobody walks, even when it’s just a few blocks, even though we’re all obsessed with exercise. Point is, this was an unusual thing to be doing. While I was walking, I looked up in the sky and saw that a plane was writing a message. I became immediately…
