Hit the Road
It’s the first week of June, but sizable patches of snow linger on the trail to Crystal Lake, 9,000 feet in the mountains near the town of Mammoth Lakes.
From our perch on the metal-grated stairway, we can see the five stories of tiny, two-man cells — row upon row of metal bars stretching the length of the enormous East Wing.
Royalty, celebrities, power brokers, heads of state and ghosts.
Before us on our table, bedecked with fresh flowers, sits a magnificent Grand Marnier soufflé — airy and sweet-smelling — a delicacy, to be sure. My husband, Jerry, takes a spoonful and his eyes roll.
It’s the first week of April and the news is replete with stories of tornadoes, destruction and death in the Midwest and South. But here on the crescent beach of Carmel, the winter sun is mimicking summer and the surf sparkles. Visitors and locals alike are cruising the sand just below the bluffs of the [...]
Barry Frangipane did what a lot of us dream of doing but never have the courage to actually do. He and his wife, Debbie, pulled up stakes, moved to a foreign country and lived there for a year.Then he wrote a book about it.
I was rescued; my husband wasn’t.That’s what we learned when we reached the end of the newest exhibit at the San Diego Natural History Museum in Balboa Park. Every visitor to “Titanic: The Artifact Exhibition” receives a replica boarding pass with the name of a real passenger who made the ill-fated voyage in 1912.I became [...]
Cruising around the Newport Beach Harbor maze, it’s hard to imagine a time when there were so few homes that the film industry could pass it off as a beach in the South Pacific (“Sands of Iwo Jima”), the banks of the Nile (“Cleopatra”), and the Eastern Shore (“Beaches”). But the non-stop narration of tour [...]
I know it’s not nice to gloat, but boy, are we tempted.It’s a summer-like Sunday in January and we are sitting on the porch of The Beachcomber restaurant