Like the swallows, I finally returned to the Mission at San Juan Capistrano. Whereas they come back every year, my cycle appears to be onc...

Faithful readers have probably noticed that my blog has gone slightly dark over the last week. Sometimes life gets in the way and I just d...

When one of your most loyal readers says he was unaware of something from vintage Main Street, you of course have to do a post focused sol...

For a weekend of soulful thought and contemplation, I went to Palm Springs for a real estate shoot and took some extra time to check out t...

The trip was August 1959, but the brochures that the family collected during their visit were stamped 1958. It looks like once they landed...

I was fortunate to stumble upon an amazingly well preserved collection of paper ephemera from one family's trip to Disneyland circa Au...

It is with an extremely heavy heart that I write about the untimely passing of Scott Waldrup, who I met the first time I dined at the Grey...