Cocktail of the Day
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My home lies on a ridge. To one side sits the neighborhood of Echo Park, on the other Elysian Park, an actual park that fills with smoky barbecues, families rejoicing in music and company, and…
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The summer heat fades. The grape vine whispers about New York’s death rattle. How could the city that never sleeps, ever truly perish? I think about New York as much as any Angeleno. In many…
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Lightning cracks the sky. California burns. Smoke from the north settles with the morning dew. It has been a time of contemplation for somewhile now, but the fog that settles on the horizon is opaque.…
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For a second straight day, the power cuts out. The temperature refuses to dip as the sun drops. It’s the kind of evening that needs a cocktail, something stiff and cool. Thanks to some inspiration…