The act of missing people and places and friends and things is one of the many morose through lines of 2020, although the sentiment has spooled into my weird world of radio to create something good…or, at least, something I’m happy with.
Greetings from Los Angeles – where I write to you in good health, albeit tortured by a strong case of cabin fever. A brief 10=word pandemic update: we’ve been on complete lockdown with no end in sight.
Greetings from Los Angeles: a city of veiled glamor and stark contrasts, the crux of which is best epitomized by my office being located between an overpriced hipster coffee stop to the west and a strip club to the east, the median being where I write to you now.