#115: Family’s First Visit To The West Coast.
If, and when, your dad ever calls you on a random, sunny afternoon and asks if you’re sitting down, just do it. And listen up. Because if your dad is anything like my dad –– the Boston-born, Ex-Cop, tough love kind of dad –– his dry humor is always on and he’s always trying to surprise you. My dad did 2 weeks ago: called out of the blue and said he was coming to my neck of…
#114: Visit Dad In Long Beach, CA.
Dad called me about 2 weeks ago on a random, sunny Tuesday afternoon and nonchalantly asked: Dad:: Lauren… are you sitting down? Me:: Uh oh, what’s happened? Who’s pregnant, tattooed or moving away? Or… did you buy another boat or set of golf clubs at a yard sale again? For about 6 seconds every time I hear my dad’s voice, I always fear really good news or really bad news. But then, the lightbulb goes off and…
#61: The “Little Italy” Of CA: Sausalito.
Be careful though. You’ll probably visit and want to stay forever. Sausalito, a 30-minute ferry ride across the bay, nestled at the foot of the Golden Gate Bridge, is simply breathtaking. Its mediterranean character and bohemian spirit become intrinsically apparent in the slope of the land, the style of the boats, the warm greetings from the deck hands, the open-air cafes giving way to the ocean views, the endless trattorias and gelaterias dotting the main street, and the…