First-Time Dad at 50: Surf, Box, Play Ball!

Column 4 – Or one man’s version of Eat, Pray, Love.

First-Time Dad at 50: Am I dead yet?

Column 3 – This is what happens when your life goes to pieces.

First-Time Dad at 50: Leaving Las Vegas

Column 2 – What happens in Vegas… Can change your life.

First-Time Dad at 50

Column 1: My Daughter Arrives

The Homecoming of The Wolf

From September issue of Vegas7 After near-extermination – the gray wolf has experienced a Western revival. This is the story of the first one to return to California—and the forces ranged against it.

Contemplating Cassady

Originally published in Huck Magazine The Peculiar Appeal of the Rebel Muse ’I know you rider, gonna miss me when I’m gone.’ – traditional blues song, covered by the Grateful Dead.   WOE BE TO YE who follow the way of the Holy Goof, for your reward, well, it isn’t likely to be earthly – […]

Iko, Iko! A Crawdad in Silver Lake

Originally published in the LA Weekly MY DOG, WILLA, AND I SPOTTED it as we set out on our morning walk. The thing was ambling slowly, but with an air of determination, across the sidewalk. At first I thought it was something abominable — a giant insect, a tarantula or some other thing that crawls […]

Straight Man in West Hollywood

Originally published in the LA Weekly THE WHOLE THING HAPPENED SO FAST, fueled as it was by the kind of mania that comes with being near the end of some kind of run that could only end in disaster, or a song. Before I knew what it was I was doing, I had everything I […]

The Loneliest Road In America

Originally published in the LA Weekly   ROUTE 50 IS A CAPRICIOUS, two-lane highway running through the middle of Nevada and westernUtah like a sclerotic artery. It has the audacity to call itself The Loneliest Road in America. Nevada, at least, has a sense of humor about Route 50 (does Utah have a sense of […]

Mutt and Joe

first published in the Los Angeles Weekly a long time ago. by Joe Donnelly A BEAUTIFUL DAY IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD BEGINS with a cup of coffee and my dog, Max. Together we indulge in an early-morning stroll along the root-mangled sidewalks of Bronson Canyon. He sniffs. I sip. I wonder what happened to my youth; he […]