…shouldn’t– shouldn’t– what?!
The boychild and Pops and I went to a cafe long a favorite in my home town — so long a favorite that it’s entirely likely that the inimitable Dr. Maddow supped there.  Okay no one sups there.  But maybe had a stack of pancakes there, or an omelette.  Over which she’s sure [...]

Out for brunch with DadDad at a local diner frequented by me mum, many years ago.  Therefore it’s a sentimental favorite.  Pops reaches for something to sweeten up his coffee, and contemplates the various colored packets containing faux sugar.
“Let’s see: blue, pink, or yellow?”  he asks no one in particular.  I see the sugar jar [...]

Better for the moment not to intersperse these with words — which per usual I have more than enough of, though per usual often not enough time to share ‘em. The story that’s there is right fine and true. [Ed note #1: You could of course roll over the pictures for wee captions, though. [...]

Pops, indicating the height of the trees when his dad planted them 70 years ago.
In my recent, breezy, Twitter-length series of As to some Qs about lesbian fatherhood, I wrote: “My dad is one of the beacons of love in my life.”  True story.  One of his most oft-repeated definitions of family is this [...]

Pops with his LST.
My dad enlisted in the service as a college student at San José State University in the then-orchard-ridden South (San Francisco) Bay Area. He was what he called a “90-day Wonder,” prepared for leadership in war by three months at an officer’s training school at Columbia University.
He still retains a number of [...]

My grandfather’s garden tools, Santa Cruz, CA.
My grandparents’ house is finally leaving the family tomorrow, some seven decades after they built it on what was at the time a quiet meadow overlooking Monterey Bay, just past a gentleman farmer’s small horse ranch. My dad and I recently took one last constitutional around the place, during [...]

Madonna and kids, exiting the Castro Theater, San Francisco, CA.
Okay not that Madonna.
This week, in a valiant effort to continue to post fresh content here when I am feeling a lot more like the cat pictured on the most recent LD Weekend bonus shot, I have decided to tinker with and post an assortment of [...]

I wanted to caption this picture “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him well,” but the beloved thought that would be too strange and obscure.  Also, if I used the actual Shakespearean line, “Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio” and so on, it wouldn’t hook the same way, since we’re all too accustomed to the [...]