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Category Archives: Venice Stories
Star Wars – A Reminiscence
Four decades ago, in a city far, far away, I started seeing intriguing billboards all over Venice and West LA: Most of us thought this was some type of Star Trek rip-off – “Wars” and “Trek” each having four letters, … Continue reading →
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Along the Littoral
The biggest draw of Savages, though is not the blood or dope, but the scenery… the action is always softened by that barely perceptible but insistent call to “catch a wave, and you’re sitting’ on top of the world”. Continue reading →
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The Final Venice Story: The Center of the Universe
Venice was where we’d become us, and this hole in the street felt like the vortex center, a whirling black hole yanking us into the street life along the Boardwalk, into the surf life along the littoral. Like strings on a Maypole, the pieces of our lives – of our life – played out around the ground surrounding Jandee’s, at the end of Wavecrest. Continue reading →
Venice Stories: Bruce Springsteen Plays Santa Barbara
To this day, I don’t remember driving the two hours back to LA. But I do remember trying to explain it all the next day to my fellow residents while we whiled away the call day on Gyn. They smiled, but they Just Didn’t Get It. Continue reading →
Roller Skating Comes to Venice, II
Overnight, it seemed, Venice took on a new look. Continue reading →
Roller Skating Comes to Venice, Part I
All right, another Venice Story. As usual, I swear that everything in here is true, to the best of my recollection. This is one of my favorites. Continue reading →
Give Me Money II
But the absolute hero of them all, the one who had pared the shtick down to its subtle naked essence, was the guy we met one foggy Sunday morning. Continue reading →
Venice Stories: Give Me Money, Part I
At the beach, we could believe the world of work and commerce was far away, or at least (literally) behind us.
For others, the beach was their world of commerce. Continue reading →
The King of the Beach
Mantovani – the epitome of easy listening. In LA, there is a station for every taste, and I suppose some people actually enjoy listening to Muzak-tinged elevator music all day. This guy, the King of the beach, was one of them. Continue reading →
The Man Who Kept Silence
“Here’s a guy who’s actually living out his philosophy. He probably believes talking is a corruption of the pure spirit or something like that – like it injects the ego into reality, and he’s some Buddhist who’s trying to dissolve his ego, and the only way he can get there is by not talking.” Continue reading →