We’re renting a little mobile home that’s right on the beach and 20 feet from the lapping waves. Not that many people are here but that’s cool. The heat and air temps are “Lawrence of Arabia”-plus. The Gulf of Baja is warm as a heated pool…warmer. Overall a much nicer vibe and a lot cheaper than the Hotel del Coronado.
Showbiz deaths almost always happen in groups of three so get ready…well, not necessarily but we all know the pattern. Hugs and condolences to family, friends, fans.
Nick Santora and Keifer Sutherland‘s The Fugitive might be good (who knows?), but I have to watch it in Quibi-sized bits?
I’m literally starved for some kind of adult-level longform that I could actually get into, but everything out there is thriller-ific, fantastical, horror-fied or supernatural-ed.
I’m thinking of re-watching Mindhunter, Season 2. That has the stuff that I’m looking for…that I need want, cherish.
Prior to Anthem. Entire Orioles team. Some Red Sox. pic.twitter.com/6XtKnvhWv7
— Rob Bradford (@bradfo) July 24, 2020
It was impossible to survey the flotsam & jetsam frolicking and lounging around the historic, all-wooden, once-transporting Hotel del Coronado yesterday and say to myself, “Life in these United States is just as layered and fascinating and distinctive — socially, fashionably, politically — as it was 100 years ago.”
We stayed last night in San Diego’s Holiday Inn Express, which is aesthetically acceptable and atmospherically fine except — except! — for the young drunks next door who were quacking like ducks and bellowing like sea lions way past bedtime hour. We called the desk three or four times, and I guess the last warning conveyed by security (“If you don’t shut up we’re going to evict your ass”) finally got through. But what an ordeal.
The same kind of bloated manatees I was observing at the Hotel Del Coronado were, like us, staying in less pricey digs back in the city. I couldn’t bring myself to part with $300 or $350 plus tax for a HDC room…I just couldn’t.
I grew up and came of age amongst proper (okay, mostly proper) citizens of Rome for the most part. But ill-mannered, crudely spoken, Jabba-sized, poorly dressed barbarians have since stormed the gates, and this, as that ancient Pelican Walter Cronkite used to say, is “how it is” these days.
I criticize no one individual. I simply report and speak the anthropological truth.
