While I'd like to sing John Denver, my bags aren't all packed but the movers showed up promptly at 0830 so I have to be ready to go. Farewell west LA. Over 4 years in this building (in two different apartments - what are the odds in a 6-unit complex). An incredible number of changes and ups and downs. But now it is time to head further west for the benefit of better schools. Westward, ho...
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And later that same day...
New home in Santa Monica. The only downsides are the lack of closet space and the traffic noise. The upside is the view. While perhaps not that inspiring, about 9 blocks away the palm trees end - because you hit ocean:
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One of the first entrants to the new place, today basking in some afternoon sun filtered through prayer flags.
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along with a few other shots
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And associated environs. Digging in the dirt...
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I was lucky to dodge this fate during my racing days. Not fun, though the rest of it certainly is.
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Even if you're sick you can walk around and take pictures. Avoiding others of course...
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After almost 2 years, back behind the wheel. If only I could have found the VDC button...
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Deep Tracks indeed. A little Leonard Cohen (who I've never really listened to before - silly me).
I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
you were talking so brave and so sweet,
giving me head on the unmade bed,
while the limousines wait in the street.
Those were the reasons and that was New York,
we were running for the money and the flesh.
And that was called love for the workers in song
probably still is for those of them left.
Ah but you got away, didn't you babe,
you just turned your back on the crowd,
you got away, I never once heard you say,
I need you, I don't need you,
I need you, I don't need you
and all of that jiving around.
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And more XM goodness...
The piano has been drinking, my necktie is asleep
And the combo went back to New York, the jukebox has to take a leak
And the carpet needs a haircut, and the spotlight looks like a prison break
And the telephone's out of cigarettes, and the balcony is on the make
And the piano has been drinking, the piano has been drinking...
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