Thursday, July 28, 2016
Tuesday, July 26, 2016
Saturday, July 23, 2016
This is one of the first posts on this blog, from a trip to Ketchum, Idaho in August 2010.
Room 206, Sun Valley Lodge.
Hemingway called it "Glamour House."
It was his favorite hideaway from 1939 onward.
Thursday, July 14, 2016
Begging to support his brown-bag habit.
(This is the cretin, Gordon from Chicago, who stalks a female in a local shop and who commits assault & battery with apparent immunity because the cops are too busy hiding behind stop signs for the issuance of tickets and revenue collection.)
Wednesday, July 13, 2016
This is the cretin that paces Coast Village Road hurling obscenities at women and children and spitting at men.
And what do Santa Barbara's police do about it?
This afternoon I turned it around on him after he tried it on my daughter and grandson.
Like all cowards, he wasn't so happy when someone else was doing the hollering.
Sunday, July 10, 2016
Sometimes the bull's gotta win, even if it's against all odds.
(I'd be mad, too, if I got stuck with swords and was being tortured to death by a guy who dresses like Liberace. Poetic justice. A barbaric sport that should be banned.)
Monday, June 20, 2016
Sunday, June 19, 2016
Saturday, June 18, 2016
This drunken vagrant ran amuck in Whiskey & Leather on Coast Village Road after harassing one of its female shopkeepers.
Interrupted, he resorted to assault and battery.
Santa Barbara's finest were summoned, but forty-five minutes later they failed to put in an appearance, perhaps too busy hiding behind bushes at stop signs for issuing tickets and collecting revenue.