The SoCal Exile Journal: Day 2: A Hint of Glory

Yesterday, during dinner with my father, I had a breakthrough. “Holy  
(swear word),” I said, during one of our long stretches of silence.  
“That’s how I should do it!”
“Are you drunk,” my father asked me (I wasn’t!), but I chose to  
abstain from comment as I’d already excused myself and headed back to  
my room where I spent the next three hours sorting out several scenes  
I’d been thinking about all week. I finally figured out how I wanted  
to end a crucial middle chapter scene (important semi-secret revealed  
in dialogue!), and that ending coincides nicely with this vignette I  
have to write (the book is told in two parts). I know all of this is  
vague and sounds semi-made up, but I swear–by the moon and the stars  
and the sky– the connections developed post-dinner yesterday have  
rendered my book almost readable.

So that was a positive. Because the rest of the day was utterly  
horrible. It rained here, which my dad thinks I had something to do  
with (“Do you think it’s a coincidence that it’s rained twice since  
you’ve been here and once before that in the past month?” “Yes.”  
“Well…I don’t.”), and my writing was largely devoid of nouns and  
clauses. I did drink seven waters, though.

The Father-Son Relationship Quote of the Day:
During an introduction:
“This is my son.”
“He’s a writer.”
(Long Pause)
“Of sorts.”

Anyway, I will be taking a side trip up to San Francisco for the next  
few days–a city I’ve never actually been to, but tell everyone that  
I love–to see some friends. Now I can’t say for certain, but I’m  
pretty sure that at least one of the Internets works up there, so we  
can continue our conversation while I’m (insert touristy San  
Francisco activity here).

And fear not: the hits from 1998 keep coming. Because when everything  
feels like the movies, yeah, you bleed just to know you’re alive. Right?


Goo Goo Dolls.

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6 thoughts on “The SoCal Exile Journal: Day 2: A Hint of Glory

  1. Anna

    Here’s one for your grandfather… It might be wise to keep it in mind (lol)

    ***An elderly gentleman had serious hearing problems for a number of years. He went to the doctor and the doctor was able to have him fitted for a set of hearing aids that allowed the gentleman to hear 100%.

    The elderly gentleman went back in a month to the doctor and the doctor said, "Your hearing is perfect. Your family must be really pleased that you can hear again."

    The gentleman replied, "Oh, I haven’t told my family yet. I just sit around and listen to the conversations. I’ve changed my will three times!"***

    As far a peanut butter – I should take you shopping with me sometime. My list tends to cover pages (yes, that was a plural), and I buy most everything by the case – in reference to peanutbutter, that 24 1-lb jars. It usually lasts all winter or close enough.

    I’ve seen plenty of bears, shot my share too though I don’t hunt them. Defense of property and my chickens, you know. I’ve also seen plenty of moose but I have to say that I’ve never seen a bear and a moose fighting. It happens, especially in the spring when there’re young calves. Obscure information for you to file away in your junk file – did you know that a moose calf has no body odor, not until they start eating grass. Momma moose can put her calf down in the tall grass just feet from the trail and lead the bear off – the bear will run right past the calf and not know its there. A pilot friend of mine got to watch just such a drama play out once. He could see all three – that calf was right in the middle of it all and the bear had no idea. awesome.

  2. Kevin Alexander

    That’s hilarious. I get ridiculously over-the-top, clearly inaccurate propaganda from my grandfather all the time, to the point that I’ve actually thought about adding his name to the junk list. But that small guilt that maybe just maybe he might have something relevant to tell me one of these days keeps him out of the junk box. Oh, plus he’s my grandfather.

    I’m still worried that you didn’t get enough peanut butter during the summer to last these winter months. Please, tell me: Do you have enough peanut butter? And more importantly, have you ever seen a bear fight a moose? Judging by youtube, that stuff happens all the time in your neck of the woods…

  3. Anna

    At least he said the words. Just ignore the pauses. So far, when I tell my family how things are going I get things like …

    1. Open a new file in your computer.
    2. Name it "Hillary Rodham Clinton".
    3. Send it to the Recycle Bin.
    4. Empty the Recycle Bin.
    5. Your PC will ask you. "Do you really want to get rid of "Hillary Rodham Clinton ?"
    6. Firmly Click "Yes."
    7. Feel better.
    PS – Tomorrow we’ll do Nancy Pelosi

    Then again, my immediate family stretches all the way from Northern Mexico to me here in Alaska so I can’t claim to have been introduced to anyone I didn’t already know by a family member.

  4. Pat

    Oh My God, an “ah ha moment.” I’d kill for one of those right now.

    At little rain, on the North East Coast we have snow—lots and lots of snow, so cherish the warmth. At least until you get to San Francisco. Nice place, loved my visit to San Fran, but Kevin, I gotta tell you, man, take layers of clothing. And take gloves. But not to worry if you left them on the Boston—all stores in San Fran sell them. I discovered why hard way—frozen fingers on Alcatraz which is even colder that San Francisco.

    And those San Francisco streets, when you suck in your breath, try to do it quietly. I didn’t and had to admit to Hubby sitting in the back that I was the crazy person who made that funny noise. I honestly thought the van form the airport would go head of heels down the street. Awesome, but scary.

    Try not to leave your heart in San Francisco,

  5. Tom

    Ah, the breakthrough moment! Revel in it! Take heart! Use this energy to propel you forward when difficult times loom yet again.

    Honestly, Kev, I’ve no idea if any of that crap is true, but I overheard some dude saying it to some other dude at the coffee house last week when I was completely stuck on something and trying to look like I was merely being pensive. Since both those dudes were dressed far better than me, I’m going to assume they know something that’s worth money, maybe how to finish a book or something.

    Visiting friends in SF while on writerly seclusion – clearly you know how to think outside the box. I applaud you.

    Born to,


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