I’m leaving Palm Springs without regret or rancor. I’ve loved it here, the warm night air especially. It always surprised me how good it felt to step out into it. I hope to make the desert a part of my life for years to come.
I just couldn’t pass up this opportunity in San Francisco. Urban life really is more my style. There are so many more places to hide.
The Last Temptation of Me
- Helping the More Fortunate
- Do They Know It’s Christmas?
- A Horse With No Name
- The Blackened Snapper Is To Die For
- Come Together
- Pilgrimage On The 75% Off Trail
- The Ancient Cohachellian Art of Cacti Arranging
- Popsicle Sheers
- Life Is Strife
- Life Is Strife: Addendum
- Casting My Net
- Where Seldom Is Heard
- Desert Sage
- Jackie’s Tears
- Cancer, and My Name Is Larry
- Me and Mr. B
- On Milkshakes
- Learning Curve
- Dunbar’s Last Stand
- Tale of Two Cows
- Barstow Barista Boys
- The Season of the Donald
- Visions of San Jacinto
- Hackneying Hockney
- On My Way to Ralphs
- Gaydom’s Gump
- Goodbye to All of That
- The Final Salvo
11 thoughts on “Goodbye to All of That”
Back to overcast SF.
tanning can be dangerous…especially the way you tan. Any pics of your new place? Address?
My tanning occured naturally in the pursuit of athletics. I gave up the solar bed eons ago. Like in August.
keep me informed…
Thank god our national nightmare is over.
Something tells me there may be more on the way. I may be joining you and Richie for cocktails & the Chorus this year, its in my hood.
I love a good old-fashioned American Chapter 3. But I’m telling you right now, I’m not returning my Jackie coffee mug.
No returns after 30 days, strictly enforced. Play your cards right you’ll get a Jackie head vase to go with that.
Well, Carl and Ellen are happy you’re back in the fold. We suspected the suburban life wouldn’t hit your sweet spot, although those warm nights are intoxicating…xoxo
As you can see from the photo there are still other intoxicants in my life. All is not lost. Xoxo