The Enlightenment of the Modern Man

Sunday, July 4, 2021 We are leaving now.   Early in the morning, well, not too early.   We were able to get on the road just before 8 am.   Traveling on a holiday is never a great idea, but my thought is that if people went away for the weekend, they are already at their destination, and, I am going in the opposite direction of where many may go to attend the festivities.   It was time to leave.   Mom is up and around with a walking boot and able to move on her own.   Heck, she was doing exercises the morning after surgery, so my guess is that she feels fine.   I should not say guess.   I have been by her side for the entire week and she is recovering well and the surgery was a success so far.   We won’t be fully sure until she gets all of the stitches and pins out of her foot sometime later this month.   It is one of those things where this only so much I can do, and I need to get back and get some work done prior to the start of scho...

 July 28, 2020 The day of the surgery.   It has been two days.   I have survived the weekend.   I have taken Remo on numerous walks.   I mean numerous walks because I need to excuse myself from the stale energy that emits from the dwelling my mother calls home.   I need to escape the vast center of negativity and close-mindedness.   It sounds like I am picking on my mom, I am not, but there are two very different perspectives playing out right here.   Two very different views of life and the existence of life as we know it.   To hear someone who just complains about much of what is happening and how people are living their lives as the pandemic is slowly ending (maybe), damages my inner being and attacks my emotional awareness.   I realize at that time that I need to adjust to the contrast that is thrown at me and find my happy, but this visit and subsequent caretaking after will really test my ability to not be triggered by the action...

There was a moment back in the fall of 1995 when on a Saturday I brought a radio with me as I went with my father to Marlborough High School in Los Angeles to help him work on the sets for a play he was hired to construct.  It was early, and I was perturbed.  I was getting paid, and I was in the play as well, but my day was ruined because I could not watch the Notre Dame Football Game that Saturday afternoon on NBC.  Marlborough High School was a beautiful secluded all-girls preparatory school located deep within the elegant homes on the Beverly Hills and Melrose border.  A sister school of all-boys Loyal High School and filled with million dollar dreams and wonderful opportunities.  It was as graceful as it was exclusive, and my dad booked a job here as the set designer.  When visiting I felt like I was on the set of 90210.  But the opportunity to work for $20 an hour, under the table mind you, was lost upon me.   It was October 28 th .   ...

 Playa Del Rey, June 26, 2020 After battling traffic for over five hours, we finally arrive at my mother’s house.   I am realizing more and more that after the 18 years of directed captivity, many are taking advantage of their release from temporary confinement. Airports, roads, restaurants are packed.   Hotels are booked and it is hard to get a rental car or reservations for available activities.   It is open season for entertainment and indulgence, and travel shows it.   The break in the heat is nice, but the location is kind of a bear – it’s a condo, and Remo is a 115 lbs. German shepherd.   So, getting him out of the car and in the building involves opening and closing multiple doors and waiting for elevators.   I feel like I am moving a prisoner and stopping at check points.   God forbid I let him off of leash in the complex.   It has nothing to do with him, he listens – excepts if he sees a cat (or a squirrel) – it is the pretentious ...

Many elaborate and life-altering adventures happen during moments of mishap and misfortune.  When things seem to be gaining momentum towards a new beginning, to then alter and move life’s purpose into a new direction; one that is totally altered from the journey that was sure to begin.  It becomes pure moments of quiet when the thoughts and the answers come.  The great American writer John Steinbeck published his book Travels with Charley in 1980 and much of what he discusses in his text are the thoughts and pressing matters that concerned him in the later moments of his life.  More or less his adventure allowed him to look at the American condition.  My more recent travels have not exactly taken me across much of America, but the journey that I have taken this summer only magnified my observation of my current place on my path of least resistance.  Las Vegas, June 26, 2020 It is 10 AM and it is already 95 degrees outside.   I have just packed up ...