GHOSTS ON THE GROUND: CEMETERY-4

Define opulent. Hey, what's that kid doing to that chicken? Only one goal today. Jump in the Honda and traverse the downtown Los Angels freeways on a mid Tuesday morning. If all goes well headed back home before 1:00. Famous last words. You ever drive the 110 North to downtown? The mania burns fierce and

And God Said “Hi.”

There is nothing that can make me leave this house ever again, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! “What? Who’s coming to town”? “Laurie Anderson?” “No way! Here?" “Orpheum Theater downtown Los Angeles.”  DAMN FINE SHOT “I haven’t been outside this house in five years but just that name alone changes all thought processes. A chance to see God, live

Boots on the Ground: Porto Portugal! Final chapter, Portugal The Food

I've already shared with you the francesinha from my first day in Porto. Before. With proper gravy application. And the detritus afterwards. For the public record, the beer you see in the photos "Super Bock" is a goddamn keeper. That shit is delicious and always served cold and frosty. Hell a man could drink that