Last week, quite unexpectedly, a lifetime's dream of mine came true. I've finally been able to see what the Covina hills I lived in as a child originally looked like before they became part of Los Angeles's spreading metastasis ( Read more... )

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Seventeen years ago today, September 24, 1989, I just happened to be in the seaside village of Arisaig, in the West Highlands of Scotland.

I had been in Arisaig before, 15 years previous to that, in September 1974. On that first visit, my mom, her cousin and I stayed there overnight in a very cozy bed & breakfast in a real Scottish farm croft.


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