Off to darkest Orange County, there to chat with the folks at Loyola Press – I think they’re in town for the RTBE – about that little book of mine they published. And from there to Ojai, land of the Pink Moment, where some nights you can get your bliss on by just standing outside and inhaling, so powerful is the scent of orange blossoms. Back Sunday. As my dear friend who somehow ended up a Manhattan lawyer living in Park Slope used to say when he signed off – be good.
Toodles
March 31, 2006 by at 6:36 am
Matthew,
I have to give it to you – there is nothing like that heart-stakingly sweet pink moment of ol’ Ojai….
We do have, here in Wisconsin, something called the “Brown Moment” (sometimes called the “White Moment”) which lasts from late October until, well, about now…
Happy Spring!
JOB
“…where some nights you can get your bliss on by just standing outside and inhaling, so powerful is the scent of orange blossoms.”
One of the things I miss most about Southern California.
he doesn’t say it anymore? (did he find his clients weren’t listening?)
Anon,
Well, he’s stopped saying it to *me*, at any rate…
he doesn’t say it to you anymore because it wasn’t him that said it, it was me.
Anon,
It certainly was him that said it. I’ve got the letters still in my possession. Not to say that you didn’t say it as well.
Yep, he used to say that to me, too.