tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990Thu, 24 Oct 2024 20:20:37 +0000Katherine Kortikow once said, "You blink and it's dinner." Bill Bryson: ". . for you to be here now, trillions of drifting atoms had somehow to assemble in an intricate and intriguingly obliging manner to create you." Nancy Mitford: "The great advantage of living in a large family is that early lesson of life's essential unfairness." Buddha: "Work out your own salvation with diligence." This and other meanderings . . . .http://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (Unknown)Blogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-4778233052062268974Sat, 16 Aug 2014 21:28:00 +00002015-01-23T12:52:32.348-08:00 Surrounded by rolling green hills, vineyards, old barns and spacious green fields blooming in yellow - we could be in Southern France in July. But we’ve taken highway 121 to Di Rosa Gallery, across the road from an estate winery whose graceful outdoor patio overflows into the afternoon with wine-tasting guests. It couldn’t be more picturesque. At Di Rosa, the Gatehouse Gallery features http://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2014/08/art-is-life-roadtrip-napa-petaluma-hess.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-2820314653917352553Tue, 12 Aug 2014 04:14:00 +00002014-08-11T21:14:56.606-07:00It's so strange living in today's world, and so sad. That Robin Williams, a person who is so loved and admired should suffer such private hell that he felt he had to kill himself to stop the pain. I met him,&nbsp; twelve years ago at the Mill Valley Film Festival. We were filmmakers - Gord and I, and our film Singing the Bones featured at the festival, gave us a place at the table. It was the http://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2014/08/meeting-robin-williams.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-9136985317757702834Fri, 08 Aug 2014 00:59:00 +00002014-08-07T18:02:31.000-07:00&nbsp; <!-- /* Font Definitions */ @font-face {font-family:"Times New Roman"; panose-1:0 2 2 6 3 5 4 5 2 3; mso-font-charset:0; mso-generic-font-family:auto; mso-font-pitch:variable; mso-font-signature:50331648 0 0 0 1 0;} /* Style Definitions */ p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal {mso-style-parent:""; margin:0in; margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-sizehttp://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2014/08/swaying-in-gorgeous-moment.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-2608230071492345068Sat, 19 Jul 2014 17:43:00 +00002015-01-23T12:53:44.831-08:00Ashland to Sonoma Our mission: To combine an experience of art and hospitality with a trip by car. Our trip: Vancouver to Sonoma. It's 22 degrees over the hill from Ashland into California, into a valley surrounded by hills. On the horizon a huge, snow-capped Mt. Shasta, looking much cooler than we feel.&nbsp; Everything seems to have recently sprouted green, and there is a vast open http://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2014/07/art-is-life-road-trip.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-9074444541268754259Thu, 25 Sep 2008 17:56:00 +00002008-10-06T17:40:15.654-07:00We were almost there - from the west coast of Canada to San Francisco - the city which had captured both our hearts and fused them together a generation ago - time which has passed as quickly as a snap of the fingers. He had been an illustrator from Canada. I, a Southern Californian who had recently switched from PR to acting. We'd met in an Improv class.Usually I'm on orange alert when I travelhttp://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2008/09/san-francisco-in-early-september.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-3218745343926357966Mon, 01 Sep 2008 22:51:00 +00002008-09-06T13:43:01.939-07:00We met at the airport without the crutch of a cell phone. Mitch (unbelievably) doesn't own one, and I didn't want to activate mine -( too expensive). I waited by the luggage carousel, wondering just how did we manage the doubts in the olden days, heard a tap on the window, and we were away, in a brand-spanking new white PT Cruiser, (Mitch is the Fleet Manager for La Brea Chrysler Jeep). Blue http://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2008/09/siobhans-beautiful-wedding-august-23.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-4560186282418777864Tue, 16 Oct 2007 04:32:00 +00002008-12-09T22:53:20.557-08:00When my mother began dying, really dying and we all knew it, I hurried away hoping that God would use the ‘credit’ of my lifetime of prayers to purchase her a miraculous remission. All those rosaries, those masses. All that imploring. “Storm heaven” was a phrase she used. “Falling on Deaf ears” was mine. My aunt died of cancer when I was ten, in spite of the turbulence of all sixteen of us on ourhttp://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/after-all-these-years.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-27494990.post-1729816043674412832Thu, 11 Oct 2007 23:26:00 +00002014-07-19T11:10:28.578-07:00THE NEXT DAY, under blue California skies. "I kinda see a failure in our generation," Mitch said, "the Vietnam era generation. We are not in place to be effective in our society." It was the first I heard. A small but reassuring comment that not everyone is asleep at the wheel here. Dozing, but not yet snoring. I did remember that McColloch was a "conscientious objector" to the war in http://onemansfamilydigressions.blogspot.com/2007/10/lmu-reunion-weekend-when-my-mother.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (Unknown)0