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TYOLD 16: The Boringest Place On Earth

Woodland Hills is the capital of the boxy office building, with acres and acres of office parks that are filled with boxy buildings that are always beige, if not in color than at least in style, often both. The complex I work in is a massive affair with seven...

TYOLD Day 15: Shaken, Not Stirred

Two shocking admissions…. I am 47 years old but have never owned a proper set of martini glasses and, although I made them for others when I was a bartender, have never made myself a proper vodka martini. Both of those egregious oversights have been corrected....

TYOLD Day 14: Keep Calm and Carry On

I have lost my poker face. I used to be really good at masking my emotions, good or bad, in public or professional settings, maintaining a calm visage most of the time. I have never actually played a serious game of poker (something for TYOLD?) but I would have been...

TYOLD Day 13: Radio Daze

I have a suck commute.  Yes, there are others who have worse, but the roughly 14 miles of the 101 Freeway through the San Fernando Valley that I have to traverse every day is one of the seven circles of hell. That drive, which should take less than 15 minutes to make,...

TYOLD Day 12: What the Hell is Rummikub?

At about 8:30pm tonight, I realized that I hadn’t done my “new thing” for the day. I was at my friend Maureen’s house and she very graciously agreed to allow me to wandering around, looking at things until we finally settled up a game that I...

TYOLD Day 11: The Great Wall of LA

I have lived in Los Angeles for nearly 30 years and I know nothing about the city’s history. Or it least that’s the way it seems after a visit to the Great Wall of LA, a half-mile long mural that depicts the city’s past from prehistoric days through...