Love this desert time capsule! I hope Sherri let you use the AC cause the union of 117 degrees and shag carpet could make you go Manson-like on vodka dude.
Thanks, David. Yeah, man, Palm Springs can get hot as balls, but I had full use of the AC. It's quite an interesting little town and has a lot of "Old Hollywood" history.
Shag carpet and Bewitched reruns and "A masterpiece, if you were willing to squint." Hell yes heaven!! Beautiful poignant writing Gary. Kind of better than fiction. Go Bills! Enjoy the weekend.
I remember Tom Brady getting a “roughing the passer” call after being lightly touched on the shoulder, and I almost lost my shit at the unfairness of that. I have a feeling Mahomes might get the same treatment this Sunday.
I guess it's like LeBron or Giannis spending half the freaking game at the free throw line or Votto getting strikes called balls though the later is maybe because the umpire trusts Vott's eyes over his own.
Superb writing and time capsule at the cusp of my favorite nostalgic childhood/pop culture era of the early/mid '70s (I was just conscious/old enough as a five-year-old to remember everything from about 1969 onwards). Fun Fact: Just looked up Jack Snow and discovered he's J.T. Snow's dad! Very nice career and player.
“She was from a small podunk town—an impoverished coastal shithole so oppressively humid that the default uniform consisted of tube tops and short shorts that barely concealed the beads of sweat slowly tracing down her tanned, hairless legs.”
phenomenal writing like very very good. nice job gary, thanks for letting us read
I enjoy your work, three or four times I've read . Jaded narrators, it seems, just this side of hard-boiled. Vignettes that aren't mysteries, but could be inserted into one. Dispatches from where Life is Less Dearly Purchased than it Used To Be.
Still I feel I must mention the Summer of Love pretty much refers to 1967, and the Tate LaBianca murders were in '69.
While I am making a lot of guesses about who the game show host was she had for a neighbor, it’s dawning on me that a whole bunch of them qualify as unhinged, vodka-swilling, climate change deniers in plaid sport coats.
I get excited every time your work shows up in my email box, I say the same compliment, well done!
Thanks, man. You're gonna make me fucking cry! Stop that! :)
.. yes ! cry cry cry ! 🦎🏴☠️🎬
Your stuff is always good, man, but I think this one is really excellent. Ya know, for whatever my opinion is worth.
Dude I value your opinion very much. Thanks for being an OG supporter of my madness. Much appreciation.
My pleasure. You keep the words flowing, I'll keep reading.
Love this desert time capsule! I hope Sherri let you use the AC cause the union of 117 degrees and shag carpet could make you go Manson-like on vodka dude.
Thanks, David. Yeah, man, Palm Springs can get hot as balls, but I had full use of the AC. It's quite an interesting little town and has a lot of "Old Hollywood" history.
I visit Palm Springs often and love that old shady Hollywood nostalgia
It's a shock to go there in August and see patches of lustrous green grass and you realize how wealth is immune to the desert climate.
Shag carpet and Bewitched reruns and "A masterpiece, if you were willing to squint." Hell yes heaven!! Beautiful poignant writing Gary. Kind of better than fiction. Go Bills! Enjoy the weekend.
I remember Tom Brady getting a “roughing the passer” call after being lightly touched on the shoulder, and I almost lost my shit at the unfairness of that. I have a feeling Mahomes might get the same treatment this Sunday.
I guess it's like LeBron or Giannis spending half the freaking game at the free throw line or Votto getting strikes called balls though the later is maybe because the umpire trusts Vott's eyes over his own.
*latter not later.
They said that about Wade Boggs & Barry Bonds too. The OG on that being Ted Williams, I think.
Superb writing and time capsule at the cusp of my favorite nostalgic childhood/pop culture era of the early/mid '70s (I was just conscious/old enough as a five-year-old to remember everything from about 1969 onwards). Fun Fact: Just looked up Jack Snow and discovered he's J.T. Snow's dad! Very nice career and player.
Great sleuthing. J.T. had great hands just like his father, as he won 6 consecutive Gold Gloves at first base.
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Jonathan.
Wasn’t J.T. the no. 1 pick in the draft? He was one of the few players who got famous in college, (well, KIND OF famous)
Nope. He went in the 5th round (I had to google it) but I remember him being a top prospect when getting called up.
Good call! Maybe I was thinking of Darren Erstad.
More than one line here that I wish I wrote myself. I love the way you used the Miles Davis reference.
Thank you for your kind words, Tom. It's stuff like that that chases the "writing demons" away.
Killer last line!
Thanks, dude....coming from you means a ton.
Well, goddamn. That was great. What a storyteller you are.
Thank you Frances. I appreciate your kind words. 🤘
“She was from a small podunk town—an impoverished coastal shithole so oppressively humid that the default uniform consisted of tube tops and short shorts that barely concealed the beads of sweat slowly tracing down her tanned, hairless legs.”
phenomenal writing like very very good. nice job gary, thanks for letting us read
I appreciate you, John. Thanks for stopping by and commenting.
God, I miss Palm Springs
That was really, really fucking good.
Thanks dude. I appreciate it so much.
"...and a TV that looked like it could double as a bomb shelter." Great description!
Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Sherman. I appreciate it very much.
This is the good gear.
I enjoy your work, three or four times I've read . Jaded narrators, it seems, just this side of hard-boiled. Vignettes that aren't mysteries, but could be inserted into one. Dispatches from where Life is Less Dearly Purchased than it Used To Be.
Still I feel I must mention the Summer of Love pretty much refers to 1967, and the Tate LaBianca murders were in '69.
I can smell and taste this post! Soooo good!!!
thanks dooooood. Smells fuck me up so bad, so I try to make people feel that in my writing. :)
I could smell this one and smell is difficult to convey in writing.
That's honestly the best thing anyone can say....thanks man. I appreciate you stopping by and commenting.
While I am making a lot of guesses about who the game show host was she had for a neighbor, it’s dawning on me that a whole bunch of them qualify as unhinged, vodka-swilling, climate change deniers in plaid sport coats.
I’m going w/ that “Love Connection”-creep, Chuck what-the-fuck-ever