Scenes from quarantine.

A scene from our 3rd annual Haunted Tiki Party. We upped the ante this year with a bar tender, craft cocktails, dry ice, a projector, and fog machines. All the thanks to the party-theming genius that is my wife.

My stomach for living on the ground level in Los Angeles sure isn’t what it used to be.

We had a Haunted Tiki Party. If you host it, they will come.

My Fiancé has ambitions to turn this nook of our house into a full service bar and restaurant. Not sure who is going to be working it…

My Dad, manning the grill, next to the pool, under the Florida sun. Following his dream of getting his family the hell out of the Chicago winters.

Here’s to him, and my Mom, for showing me what it means to take a chance and follow a dream, and for always encouraging me to follow my own.

King Bud Lidas. Turning all he touches to beer, even beer itself.

One of my all-time favorite songs. Yeah, I know its a cover.

Take Me Home Country Roads by Toots & The Maytals.

Excerpt from a living room wall of an apartment I once lived in. Ultimately, painted white.

This is my Mom and Dad’s home. I forgot a window next to the door. My room was the window on the right.