Alexis and I under the St. Johns Bridge, in Portland, Oregon. My friend Craig married his wife Chelsea here. It was beautiful. And a bit hot out. Not sure if I was sweating from the Sun or from the taxi ride over, which rivaled any attraction at any theme park I’ve ever been to.
Over the years I’ve been to a handful of weddings, but Craig’s was really the first one that involved someone I’ve known since we were practically kids. Knowing how the story started, and to see it all come together, is really something. Most people don’t get the privilege.
Congrats Craig.
I Can’t Quit You Baby by Otis Rush.
There was no “Four”
Thanks to my friend George for taking the original picture this piece is based on.
One of my best and longest standing buds, Giovanni. Came to visit Los Angeles for the first time, and it was the best time.
A rare shot of an Alexis, captured in the Angeleno wilderness.
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.
I’ve lived in California for nearly seven years, but feel like I haven’t lived a single day there. Los Angeles is where I’ve been living, and to me, that’s a very different place. Just a couple hours north took us here. To California.
My mom being my mom. Love her so much.
I don’t live by these words as much as I’d like, and I’m probably going to gravely regret that someday.