The Fourth of July was spent at a beach in Carpenteria with Heidi, the only friend I have from high school days.
She has become a step-grandmother to Tsering, a two-year-old beauty who is the result of a partnership between a statuesque blonde and a Tibetan.
Tsering adored the beach so completely she was even eating the sand with pleasure.
Late in the afternoon, behind the Santa Barbara Courthouse where Jesse James Hollywood is currently being tried for murder...
...there was a concert by the Santa Barbara Symphony of patriotic music from Sousa to George M. Cohan.
I didn't stay for the shindig because the music program honestly looked dreadful...
...and a Fourth of July party was awaiting in the hills.
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Oh god, your words;
"...there was a concert by the Santa Barbara Symphony of patriotic music from Sousa to George M. Cohan."
brought back memories from 40 years ago when I took a date over to the Sunday afternoon concert in the Bandshell... Hey, I enjoyed it but she never wanted to go out with me again -- and I'm going to blame it on the music -- couldn't have been me (?)...
And it's about 43 years ago since I lived in Santa Barbara -- I never made it past the first semester at Brooks Institute of Photography... My social skills were severely "retarded" and I realized that I probably just wasn't cut out for the high degree of social interaction that is required to be a good professional photographer...
But I thought Santa Barbara was GREAT... I went all over the place on my Vespa searching out photos...
Anyway, thanks for the trip down memory lane -- hope I didn't bore you too much with the details...
Dear Donald: You never bore me with details. And I should have known you were a Brooks Institute dropout, and you probably made the right choice. I've noticed that most professional photographers basically depend on weddings to make a living which would make me want to kill myself.
That is a startlingly lovely baby.
So how was the party?
Dear whabbear: The party was authentically bizarre because one of the guests was a pretty, completely phony woman who was pretending to be a rich bitch from Montecito by way of Australia, but she wasn't getting any of her details right. Everybody at the small party had their antennae go up all at the same time about her.
And that's all I can tell you without breaking all laws of discretion.
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