I saw Isaac Bonewits in the hospital today. His surgery was successful, in the sense that it re-configured his intestinal tract in the planned way. But otherwise, he looked more miserable than I’ve seen him so far during this process.
Nothing sophisticated here. If you’re looking for deep thoughts or heavy philosophizing, you’ll get that in my next blog post.
I flew to Los Angeles yesterday, to visit my mother for a combination Mother’s Day + 80th birthday get-together. During the trip, I’ve had a chance to take in some of the sites of the region. Here are a few notes:
– The Pacific Ocean is lovely. That beauty is marred by the horizon, where the smog lies thick. The colors are pretty, but I can’t forget what it represents.
– I walked along the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica. The street has been converted Into an outdoor mall, with swank high-end shops lining the sidewalks and buskers in the middle. I watched Mister Animation’s act; he knows how to work a crowd. The environment reminded me of Covent Garden in London.
– I visited the Santa Monica Pier for the first time in about 45 years. It’s an amusement park set on a pier that juts into Santa Monica Bay. The smell of the sea overwhelms the more conventional odors of the cheap fast food. I learned that the Pier marks the end of old Route 66; the other end is in Chicago. If I traveled far enough along the “mother road”, I’d come to Seligman, AZ; no, the town is not named after anyone related to me.
– The homeless are everywhere throughout this region. It’s very sad. I thought this issue was a joke in Dr. Horrible’s Sing-a-Long Blog, but it’s a serious problem here and there’s no Captain Hammer to save them.
Tomorrow: the Lakeside Shrine of the Self-Realization Fellowship. I was there four years ago. It’s lovely, and the only place outside of India where some of Gandhi’s ashes are enshrined.
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