JUNE 28, 2014

    Uh… I just read that title again, and I totally–totally–didn’t do that on purpose. But now that I’ve seen it, I really don’t want to change it. It’s pretty doggoned funny. Forgive my crassness. Maybe it’s the Saturday night thing kicking into to my Happy Days madness.

    For the first time in many, many weeks, we stayed home on a Saturday. Whoa. Crazy, right? Got some housecleaning done. Had a hair appointment. I look like I’m dozing off waiting to get my hairs done. And MAN! Did they need to be done!! Remember the HONEY MOON? When we dashed out to the desert to see the “special” moon and I missed my hair appointment and we got a flat tire and missed the moon?? Crazy man.


    That’s a terrible picture of me. Why did I post this? Sigh. Anyway, it’s up here, so I’ll leave it.

    Came home to awesome Anasazi beans and of course homemade tortillas. Eating dinner with this dude always makes me happy.


    While we were in Arizona, we bought a bunch of old Ball Mason jars to hold our green coffee beans. Today while cleaning the kitchen, I finally unwrapped and washed them. I can’t explain why… oh why!! I love these babies the way I do. They’re just so doggoned pretty!

    Ball jars

    So it’s a simple 100 Happy Days post today, of a simple, utilitarian thing. A blue, Ball Mason Jar. And yes… it made me happy.

    88 DAY Ball Jar

    Until tomorrow…

    Later gators!



  • 87 Happy Days: BEACH READ

    JUNE 27, 2014

    Covering Orange County for NBC, I often find myself at the beach. Extra warm day? Shoot crowds at the beach. Holiday Monday? Videotape the hoards of beach goers. High Surf? Go to the Wedge and photograph people getting splashed as the raging water pounds against the shore. Any day at the beach makes for happy days for me. It’s why I wanted to move to California.

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    Today’s beach assignment: Rip Tides.

    Conveniently, this hit around lunchtime. My first assignment of the day, a change in food truck taxing options, ended up a bit of a bust. The food trucks didn’t show for the Board of Equalization press conference. With nothing more to shoot there, I grabbed a sound bite, and headed to Sunset Beach for the rip tides. Rip tides aren’t really something you can shoot. They’re not particularly obvious. BUT… you can grab shots of people in the water. It was a beautiful day in Sunset Beach, with a nice cool breeze.

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    After I got what I needed, and fed the shots into the station, they put me on lunch break. I had a banana with me, and instead of heading somewhere to grab real food, decided instead to take the little folding chair from my news van to sit on the sand, and read.

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    The book is on the history of Wintersburg, a small agricultural enclave once owned by Japanese immigrants, and recently put on America’s 11 Most Endangered Historical sites. I covered this story a couple of days ago, and the woman running the press conference gave me a copy of her book. It’s fascinating to read about Orange County before it became a haven of strip malls.

    Happy Days Historic WintersburgMy little moment of bliss didn’t last too long, though–maybe twenty minutes–before I got called to head to Laguna Beach, twenty-two miles down the very scenic Pacific Coast highway. Doesn’t this just scream California?


    The story I was headed to, though, was not a fun one. The parents of a missing firefighter whose body was at last found, live there. Thankfully, one of our managers agreed with me that hovering at their house would be completely inappropriate and insensitive. I parked up on Coast Highway and walked down (they have an ocean front house) just to see if there was any activity, and there was none, so I thankfully got to call it a day.

    After tucking the news van away at the bureau, I headed to our workshop, where we had a visit from our friend Barry, along with his daughter, and his father Roger, who we’d really been wanting to meet. Barry shared pictures from his recent adventure, when the three of them drove Roger’s Model A truck from Colorado to California, finding dirt backroads, dressing the same vintage of the car, and camping in a canvas tent. His photographs were truly spectacular. (Of course. He’s a professional photographer.)

    While the boys talked, I had a blast as always playing with Valentina. She’s a fun kid. As they were leaving, Barry gave me the greatest compliment. Said I was the prototype for what he wanted his daughter to be, and that he wants to have me around her as a mentor. Considering how much he adores his daughter, I was truly honored.

    20140628-001730-1050520.jpgOkey dokey. The weekend is here! Time to have some fun.

    Until next time…

    Later gators!





  • 86 Happy Days: BOUGAINVILLEA

    JUNE 26, 2014

    Dang! Falling asleep in the tub already. Quick!! Write this doggoned 100 Happy Days post!!!

    News story:

    Laker’s draft pick.

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    Happy Day Picture:

    Having a snack under this glorious bougainvillea!


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    There. Done. This counts as a blot post, right??

    Until tomorrow…

    Later gators!!

  • 85 Happy Days: BRIAN “OZZY” LAW

    JUNE 25, 2014

    You know… I just felt happy all day. I’ve had a lot of days like that lately. I wonder if it has anything to do with the 100 Happy Days. Hmmm… Something to ponder.

    Goodness knows my story wasn’t happy. Another deputy involved shooting in Compton. What did make me happy though, was crossing paths with the morning crew, including reporter Toni Guinyard, who has the world’s most electric smile.

    20140625-225146-82306879.jpgSo much sadness at the scene in Compton. Crying families. Anger with the Deputies. Chants of injustice. Not a lot of opportunity for a Happy Days picture. At one point, though, I posted a picture to Facebook, a cropped version of the family picture we took in Winslow. This is the original:


    And this is the crop:

    85DAYBrianOzzyLawBrian thought he’d be funny, and put on his round glasses and pull his hair forward. It didn’t dawn me until today that it’s like being photo-bombed by Ozzy Osbourne. The comments from people on the Facebook thread totally cracked me up.  Leave it to my brother to pick up on the Ozzy/Bat thing. Ha! Totally forgot about that. So you see, it wasn’t just ONE moment provided by this picture, but several throughout the day, why I after the fact, made this my happy days picture. See feller? Even when you’re not around, you make me happy.

    Until tomorrow..,

    Later gators!


  • 84 Happy Days: HANDS IN THE DIRT

    JUNE 24, 2014

    I’ve had a couple of little dirt projects I’ve been wanting to do–because dirt makes me happy, and happy days are good–but I was out of dirt. You read that right. What a bizarre world we live in where we have to go buy dirt. It would be so cool to walk out the door, dig up a yard, and plant. But, uh, I don’t have a yard. Part of city life for me. While at the hardware store in Winslow, I saw the bags of potting soil, and bought some to haul back to OC. And yes… they sell dirt in the OC. I just never remember to get some.

    ANYWAY… while I was up in our kitchen making coffee, I stepped out onto the patio to check on the plants since we were gone over the weekend, and lo and behold!! The Anasazi Beans Brian planted a week ago SPROUTED! When he said he wanted to try growing some from beans, I thought he was nuts. Turns out, he wasn’t!

    84 Happy Days Anasazi Bean SproutInspired by the bean success, I went out to the truck in my falling-down-track-suit, and grabbed the bag of dirt. At last I’d be able to cut a few succulents to plant in the oh-so-cool muffin tin my pal Cynthia gave to me (and became a happy day post #41 all on its own).

    84 Succulents in a muffin tin 84 Succulent TinAnd lastly, I FINALLY got around to planting the sugar pumpkin seeds our friend Mark sent us months ago! First time growing these for me! I’m super excited to make a pie out of this beauty. (I’m thinking optimistically.)

    84 Seeds THE NEWS DAY:

    So the day started out right, and continued to have a pleasant tone. First assignment of the day, the naming of a site in Huntington Beach to a historic registry, “11 Most Endangered Historic Places, 2014,” significant because it was a farm owned and operated by Japanese Americans who were interned during the war, yet managed to keep their property. The woman hosting the press conference–Mary Urashima–authored a book on the family, and was kind enough to give me a copy. Given my love for the history of buildings, I’m really looking forward to reading the book. Click the picture if you’re interested in checking it out.

    Wintersburg in Huntington BeachIt’s interesting this came on the heels of our latest Route 66 Adventure. In both Ashfork and Seligman, I spent time looking for any remnants–like building footings, or slab–of the Harvey Houses. Both towns fought valiantly to save them, and lost, Seligman just in 2008. I’m so pleased to see there are organizations out there fighting for these properties. It’s tragic to see them go.

    I could write more, but it’s dinner time.

    Until tomorrow,

    Later gators!





  • 83 Happy Days: CLASSICS ON THE ROAD

    JUNE 23, 2014

    Wow! So many happy things today, I don’t know where to begin!

    First off, it’s my mommy’s birthday! Happy Birthday, Maw! I’m so glad I got to see her at least close to her birthday, if not on the actual day.

    We had an odd greeting at the Motor Palace this morning. Up on the Northwest corner of the building, a raven sat squawking as a couple of little birds dive-bombed him until he finally vacated his spot.

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    The goofball Raven then went to the trashcan, and proceeded to pull each piece of trash out, one by one, until he found just what he was looking for. These birds are so stinking smart.

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    The official 100 Happy Days photo came just outside of Winona on the I-40. I love to see classics being driven, like this fabulous Pontiac. One of the best parts about it? The smile on the guy’s face. Pure joy. When we passed him again (after we fueled in Flagstaff), he STILL had the gigantic smile. His happiness totally made me happy.

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    We’re always sad leaving Winslow, and try to prolong the day as much as possible, like taking the long way home. We stopped in Ash Fork, a small town we usually pass right by. I needed to do a bit of novel research there, so took a few minutes to walk around and check out some of the buildings.

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    AND…we of course stopped in Seligman for Snow Cap Tacos. Again, I did a little walking around while we were waiting for food.

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    To prolong the inevitable even more, we routed through one of my favorite Route 66 towns, Oatman.

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    Why is it one of my favorites? BURROS!!!

    83 Oatman 4 83 Oat Burro 83 Oat Burro 2 83 Oat BikeThis nice old Evo looks like it’s on a fun adventure!! OH!! And want to hear something crazy?? While in Oatman, I heard a voice behind me, a very distinctive voice. I turned and said, “Ed and Jude?” Sure enough, the great couple from San Diego we met at the Motor Palace, had also routed through Oatman to stretch out their last hours on the road. Cool, right?

    Let’s see… It’s after 10pm now, and we’re still not home. I’m writing this on the road. Considering we left Winslow around 8am, I’d say we stretched the day out just fine, don’t you think?

    Until tomorrow back to work day…

    Later Gators!




  • 82 Happy Days: FAMILY CLOWNS

    JUNE 22, 2014

    The family came visiting in Winslow today, Mom, Dad, Jan (sis-in-law), Casey (nephew), Megan (niece), and Kayla the moto-girl (niece).  Happy, happy days, but I’m beat! We need to pack up for the trip home tomorrow ( NOOOO!!!! )… so I’ll let the pictures do the talking. 82 Day The Fam

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    Until tomorrow… traveling back to SoCal…

    Later gators!

  • 81 Happy Days: MY FELLER

    JUNE 21, 2014

    True Confessions time: I didn’t write this blog post on the 21st. I was way too happy on my 16th Wedding Anniversary to sit down and do it, but I really don’t want to miss a day, so here I am, on the 22nd, filling you on my day. So just pretend “today” (which was really yesterday) isn’t a lie.

    Here we go:

    Today was the longest day of the year, the Summer Solstice, the day my feller decided 16 years ago we should be married. He’s not an outwardly romantic guy, but he’ll do subtle things like choosing our wedding date because he wanted the happiest day of our lives to be the longest. Pretty special, right?World's Best Suited Couple 100 happy daysWe had a truly lovely day.

    Watched the motorcycles go by.

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    Met a nice couple…

    Ed and Jude from San Diego, even did a little book exchange with them.

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    Went to a local talent show at the park…

    Where I got to be the “official” photographer of the event, when their photographer didn’t show up!

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    We both feel so at home here in Winslow, and have made tons of friends. The entire day was filled with smiles.

    Okay. Time to write the real “today” post…

    Until a few minutes from now…

    Later gators!


  • 80 Happy Days: THE MOTOR PALACE

    JUNE 20, 2014

    When it comes to vacations, I like to split up one of my weeks into three long weekends: One for Brian’s birthday in February, one for my birthday in April, and one for our anniversary in June. It makes for nice little mini-vacations before our annual “big” motorcycle trip, when we take two or three weeks (this year will be two) to travel somewhere far from home (this year to Nashville). The mini-vacas provide a perfect mental break. All three of our four day weekends this year, put us in Winslow–a happy place for us both. The building has provided us so many happy days, and it’s not even done yet.

    80 DAY The Motor Palace

    The road trip from Orange to Winslow. We’ve done it a gazillion times. We were making good time until we hit this nasty backup east of Seligman.

    80 Backup2At least it gave me a chance to photograph the local Crows. Or Ravens. We’re still trying to learn the subtle differences between them.

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    The source of the ten mile backup? THIS construction:

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    And now… it’s time for me to get to work. As I’ve mentioned, I’m working on the second draft of my novel California Cotton. I’ve never been happy with the last few chapters, and neither are the people who’ve read the novel. It’s the weak point of the book. On the drive over, my feller and I talked out several ideas, and thanks to him, I think we finally hit on the right combo.

    Which means I need to go write.

    From Winslow Arizona… Later gators!




  • 79 Happy Days: EDITING

    JUNE 19, 2014

    Since I didn’t end up posting this yesterday and I finished editing the story today, here it is! My happy days moment… EDITING!


    There are many things that bother me about my profession. Too much crime. Too much sensationalizing. But fundamentally, I truly love what I do. Still, after twenty years in the business, the process excites me. I love the challenge of figuring out how to visually tell a story, and then editing those images with the reporter’s words and the voices of the people. I get a little thrill watching the result. I cut two pieces today: The Feel Good Piece, and our daily news story on a company charging fees to find apartments, and not following through. On days like today I’m reminded of the importance behind journalism, the necessity of a watchdog eye. The woman we interviewed thanked us for warning other people so perhaps they wont get scammed. And the feel good story. The final cut piece made both the reporter and me cry.

    During the weeks when it seems like all I’m covering is the nastiness of the world, I need to remember all of the good stories I’ve been a part of over the years, and appreciate the fact that I’m one of the lucky ones who gets to spend every day doing what I love: taking pictures and telling stories.

    Bright and early we head to Winslow for our anniversary weekend! So excited. By the way, if you noticed my happy days logo looked off…. it is. I accidentally trashed the file and had to quickly recreate. Its’ not as good. I’ll have to work on that more tomorrow.

    Until then…

    Later gators!

  • 78 Happy Days: BABY BIRDS!!

    JUNE 18, 2014

    Instead of being behind the camera to start my day, I sat down at the computer to edit our FEEL GOOD story from Monday. Man, do I love to edit, especially on the rare occasions I can take my time and finesse something. I’m lucky that way, to have a job I truly enjoy (even if I don’t always like the subject matter). My happy days shot was going to be a picture of my edit screen, but then this happened: 78 More BirdsMy pal Bobby, an ABC news photog, pointed it out to me this afternoon while covering a story on a company scamming people out of money, claiming they will help you find an apartment, for a refundable 200 fee. If they don’t find you a place, you get 125 back. Turns out, it was all a con. The cops shut the place down, and found over a hundred unopened envelopes asking for refunds. All day long, people came by holding their lists, making claims of properties not being available when they were told they would be, demanding their two-hundred dollars back–and we’re not talking people who can afford to lose 200 bucks.LETTERS

    Argh. Dirty rats. I hate seeing people taken advantage of, so it was perfect timing when I saw Bobby walking around the news van. I could tell he had something cool to share. And he did. He pointed up to the rafters of the shabby strip mall, and lo and behold, there were three baby birds tucked in with mama popping over the edge to feed them every few minutes. Talk about making me smile! I seriously could have watched them all day.

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    And how perfect is the tile decoration!! Okay. Moving on…


    OY. I’ve fallen behind on my other writing tasks, like this piece I want to write on an awesome female moto-rider who recently went on a cross country tour recreating Erwin “Cannonball” Baker’s historic run. And I want to write an article on Kayla’s experience. Need to start my next round of edits from the agent notes on California Cotton. As predicted, the manuscript didn’t make it into the final round of the Amazon contest. It totally wasn’t ready. I’m surprised it got as far as it did. And let’s not even talk about Motor Dolls 2. Don’t think there’s any way I will make the September deadline I’d set for myself. Ack.

    Okay. Enough procrastinating. Off to work on the other stuff!

    Until next time…

    Later gators!




    JUNE 17, 2014

    Remember a couple of days ago I mentioned my obsession with Food Blogs? (More than mentioned, wrote an entire post about). The addiction hasn’t diminished. How can it when Joy the Baker posts recipes like this  Vegan Toasted Coconut Pistachio Ice Cream made with coconut milk? I had to try making this. I know it’s Tuesday, but come on! I needed something for my Happy Days post! In truth, I started to make it yesterday since the concoction needed to cool in the fridge, plus I had to freeze my canister. But hey. Let’s just call it Tuesday Ice Cream and be done with it.

    77Day Homemade Coconut Milk Ice CreamI think because I added less booze, it froze up WAY too hard. I’m talking like rock solid, icy, ain’t nothing gettin’ through! Even after half an hour sitting out, it wouldn’t scoop. I chipped off a couple of chunks, and feller and I scarfed it down, because even with wonky texture, the taste was muy bueno. Just what I needed. Mmmmm….

    BTW… Look at these stupid neighbor cats at war!
    Stupid cats. Too bad I love them so. The Professor and Whitney.


    Legalizing marijuana in Santa Ana. The city has been fighting the dispensaries for years, but it seems to be a losing battle. Their solution? Legalize them and charge a 10% tax. I have strong opinions on the subject about the dangers… but I’m going to refrain going on my soapbox about how pot robs people of motivation.
    Okay! Bath time!!!

    Later gators.