Recently, I attended a meeting for Lake Yosemite Sailing Association, a club I joined 23 years ago. LYSA manages the docks at Lake Yosemite, and members have been keeping track of water every day for the past month.
It is April 24 and I am driving my pickup on Cunningham Road, a few miles east of Planada on a breezy Sunday with clouds drifting over the Sierra Nevada mountains, clear skies overhead and fields and hills still green from spring rains.
It’s a good thing that my eldest son, Casey, came home for spring break. It turns out I didn’t know how to drive, though I thought I’d been safely conveying my children around the state for almost two decades.
My eldest son, Casey, and I were standing outside the entrance to Tiffany’s at the Fashion Valley mall in San Diego. He was taking a picture because “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” is his girlfriend’s favorite movie.
Sunday will mark the end of “Mad Men,” though I suspect some networks will offer copycats for those baby boomers who are unwilling to let the 1970s go. I am oddly proud of having been a “Mad Men” fan from the very first episode, though I watched it only because it aired on the same network and night as “Breaking Bad.”