KRIS KRISTOFFERSON R.I.P.

 
Not long after I moved to LA in 1982, I was at a Hollywood party getting a fair amount of attention from people there, until Kris Kristofferson walked in and lit up the room with his charisma. I watched as everyone struggled to resist glomming onto him. I was totally envious, til I was introduced to him and found him just as you would expect, a smart, gifted, beautiful person. That was my only close  encounter with him. Condolences to all who knew and admired him.

SON DAY

 Me and my sons several years ago when I could still shave and stand up straight:

DAUGHTER DAY

Daughter Day is every day since late February of 1968 when Caitlin graced my life with hers. Here we are back then, and in early 2019.

STILL MORE RECENT VISITORS

 
Two of my favorite poets and people came up from Jersey and Long Island to hang out with me recently: Stella Kamakaris (to my right) and Maria Serrano. Note my right middle finger, permanently stuck at FU (which for me means bless you) for several years now. The universe feckin' with me no doubt.

J D SOUTHER R.I.P.

 
I spent many days in the 1980s in and around the pool at Carrie Fisher's house in the Hollywood Hills. We were close friends in those years. One afternoon Carrie invited the great singer/songwriter J D Souther to join us. She thought we'd dig each other. I totally dug him and thought he was the coolest person I'd met in Hollywood. I had no idea who he was at the time, or what he thought of me. But over the years that followed, whenever I encountered him, he was always totally warm and mellow with me, and always the coolest person in the room, to me. Deep condolences to his family, friends, and fans.

YES

 
[don't know the source, assume it's legit, but either way it's righteous]

SOME RECENT VISITORS

 

Angels on my shoulders: Jeannie Donohue my right, Sue Brennan my left.

Niece Linda Thompson, me, and my caregiver/housemate/son Miles Lally

Niece Lisa Koch, me (attempting a smile), and caregiver/housemate/son Miles.