Category: Freak of the Week

Freak Of The Week: Something’s Fishy

Something’s Fishy & it’s certainly my Freak of the Week. I think activists are great. In the hippie town that I call home, there are roadside war protesters every Friday night– rain or shine. Their dedication and conviction is nothing short of admirable. But some people tend to get carried away. Like the kind whose parents give them a Mercury Sable station wagon and they...

Freak Of The Week: Mickey’s Mini

In Southern California, we have plenty of Disney fanatics.  It’s kinda sad.  You would think that our proximity to Disneyland would incite the kind of landmark indifference enjoyed by most other major city dwellers.  New Yorkers ignore the Statue Of Liberty and San Franciscans steer clear of Alcatraz, one would hope we’d all be too cool for The Happiest Place On Earth.  But instead, I...

Freak Of The Week: Palisades Party Van

Gettin’ freaky via your vehicle happens a lot in this town.  It’s one of the reasons I love LA. However, there are a few pockets of exclusion– one of which is the Palisades. Perched casually above the Pacific between Santa Monica and Malibu, the Pacific Palisades is the New Canaan of LA.  It’s rich, preppy and squeaky clean– which isn’t weird at all in Connecticut,...

Freak Of The Week: Jesus & The White Van

I’ve got a friend in the South Bay who’s seen Jesus. In fact, she sees him just about every week, in his van, at the Trader Joe’s parking lot in Redondo Beach: Now I’m not saying it’s Jesus himself, but it does make a lot of sense if it is. If I were dead for 2,000 years, my first stop on Earth would likely be...

Freak Of The Week: Subaru 360

This morning, I went to Super Car Sunday. It’s a great time. But it can often be, like many other car shows, an oversized circle jerk. On one side, you’ve got the grey bearded guys standing with hands deep in their pockets contemplating if it was the ’69 or ’70 Mustang that had the 2 barrel Windsor V8. Ug. On the other, you’ve got of...

Freak Of The Week: Rainbow Connection

It may not have rained in LA for 2 years, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t just see a Rainbow, right where I least expect to: Yeah, I know. You’re welcome. Here’s why it’s unexpected– this rainbow Mercedes is parked on the revered San Vicente strip in Santa Monica.  This is one of those lovely tree lined LA streets with a big fat, grassy median where rich people work out with their lovers...