Caveat: Smogolandia

Dateline: Los Angeles

I arrived in L.A. and it was hot and smoggy and trafficky. I had many reminders as to why I don't want to live here, anymore, despite some sentimental attachment to many places and people here.

I met my step-mom Wendy (well, ex-step-mom – it's complicated, right?) for dinner. We went to her favorite place near her Culver City property, called La Dijonaise (I think that's spelled wrong). I had crêpes florentine (spinach and cheese) and we talked for a long time. I get along very well with Wendy – she may be my "easiest-to-get-along-with" relative – I never feel I have to compromise my true character or personality or interests with her.

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Caveat: Blythely Driving

Dateline: Blythe, California

I said goodbye to my sister, her husband and my two nephews this morning. Here's a really bad picture we decided to try to take with me and the boys on the couch.

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I look rather shocked, but I guess that's just how it came out. The boys are photogenic enough – Dylan is screaming for the camera, and Jameson looks happy.

Then I set out to drive back across the desert. Here's the desert, at a rest area.

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And here is a rather poor effort at a self-portrait with the same desert backdrop. It was about 115 F.

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I stopped in Blythe, at the Arizona-California border, for lunch.

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