Return home to California

I tried to make it through Arizona spending as little of my $$ as possible in protest of the state’s new anti immigrant law.  It seems like it will hurt more US citizens than curb immigration. My experience is that repression just doesn’t work.  It will always backfire in the end. Then I tippie-footed my… Continue reading Return home to California

The Landlord

This was before Oola’s time so she cannot tell the tale.  Mr. Rioso and I used to live in Morro Bay, in a hippy hut on the bluff above the embarcadero.  I had built two walls-with-doors on a lean-to garage on the side of the tiny house so I could have a studio, where I… Continue reading The Landlord