While transitioning between high school and college, at 5:30 AM on Sunday mornings, I'd stop at a local pastry shop in Pacific Palisades and pick up the day's breakfast sweets for customers at a local coffee shop. My favorite customer, always on his bike, rolled up around 7:30 AM. He waved, and then we chatted about the film we liked (or disliked) from the previous night. He was quite a fan of '30s-'40s movies, as was I. His daughter and son were students at Pali High School while I attended, so it was a comfortable, friendly Sunday AM chat. For about two years, we talked about Saturday night's TV films and started biking together around the Palisades. I visited his home to see his wall paintings and meet his two young Japanese (female) tenants. They were remarkable ping pong players. I finally told my mother about my biking friend. She asked if I had read any of his books...I was forbidden to see him again. We communicated for years. He wrote a sweet acknowledgment to me in "The Best of Henry Miller." Somehow, the book disappeared from my treasures (left in her garage, or my storage locker in San Francisco, found by my ex-husband).
After years of having gophers, destroy many vegetable gardens, and trying every trap and pesticide offered, I discovered a homemade recipe, pour a quart of cheap beer down the hole, maybe half an hour later washing it down with a hose. Let me know if it works.👍
Best of luck at the Henry Miller conference. Send my regards. 👍😎
Re: Henry Miller;
While transitioning between high school and college, at 5:30 AM on Sunday mornings, I'd stop at a local pastry shop in Pacific Palisades and pick up the day's breakfast sweets for customers at a local coffee shop. My favorite customer, always on his bike, rolled up around 7:30 AM. He waved, and then we chatted about the film we liked (or disliked) from the previous night. He was quite a fan of '30s-'40s movies, as was I. His daughter and son were students at Pali High School while I attended, so it was a comfortable, friendly Sunday AM chat. For about two years, we talked about Saturday night's TV films and started biking together around the Palisades. I visited his home to see his wall paintings and meet his two young Japanese (female) tenants. They were remarkable ping pong players. I finally told my mother about my biking friend. She asked if I had read any of his books...I was forbidden to see him again. We communicated for years. He wrote a sweet acknowledgment to me in "The Best of Henry Miller." Somehow, the book disappeared from my treasures (left in her garage, or my storage locker in San Francisco, found by my ex-husband).
Miller’s truthfulness frightened people. Was threatening.
Can't wait for your thoughts on his works.
If you haven't already, I'd urge you to read Arthur's excellent book, The Unknown Henry Miller: A Seeker in Big Sur.
Thanks, Dennis!
Here's a link to the Miller conference I mentioned, KC. https://henrymiller21stcentury.com/
How I wish I'd known before. If it is recorded, I'd love to hear it.
Kind regards, --Kathy Carter (K.C. Soll).
Not sure about a recording. But talks given at the conference will be published.
I have all of these culprits. For now, they're decimating my lawn. If they go for the veggies, avocados, or artichokes, it will mean war...
Go for it, KC.
I love the mystery of the gopher stories. Quite fascinating.
One thing is certain: they’re up to no good.
After years of having gophers, destroy many vegetable gardens, and trying every trap and pesticide offered, I discovered a homemade recipe, pour a quart of cheap beer down the hole, maybe half an hour later washing it down with a hose. Let me know if it works.👍
Best of luck at the Henry Miller conference. Send my regards. 👍😎