State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Yeah, it’s a weird scene. A young Santa Barbara longhair in slightly timeworn blazer and freshly ironed slacks is being shown around an L.A. […]
John Ferriter’s Unlikely Detour Into Global Showbiz Domination
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St. Babs and St. Peter. A Match Made in Berlin
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing On 9 November, 1989, East Berlin’s longtime Communist party boss Günter Schabowski is giving a press conference and stammers out a note he’s been suddenly […]
All the Scary Horses
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing When I was about 15 my sister, Jill—a trophy-festooned equestrian—took me horseback riding. I was uneasy with the whole deal because I’ve always been […]
Hanna Puacz’s Last Invention
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing How to describe the indescribable? Lotusland is a horticultural fireworks display, a kaleidoscope with roots. Lotusland’s aesthetic embrace has the playfully mesmerizing palette of […]
Spring: What are the Chances?
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Spring has arrived. Our unfortunate fealty to the numbing Age of Reason precludes our playful use of the word “Miracle”, even as we dance […]
An Exhaust Manifold Adventure
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing What is Life? The two competing theories are at odds. Intelligent Design supposes we are the deliberate invention of a Supreme Creative Intelligence outside […]
Statue of Limitations
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing I remember very little about winning my Academy Award®. The evening was a blur and I sometimes wonder if it really happened. I vaguely […]
Little and Big John’s Epiphany
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing The Universe giveth, and the Universe taketh away (to paraphrase), as has been seen. John Ridland, UCSB Professor Emeritus of English, can say a word […]
We Have Nothing to Fear but Teaching our Children to Drive
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing One sunny afternoon in the deeply-felt 1970s, I broadsided a light pickup truck driven by a school acquaintance named Bud. I was driving home […]
Clyde, Venetia, and Kelsi Travel to Planet X
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing “Sometimes in stars or the swift flight of seabirds I catch a moment of you. That’s why I walk all alone, searching for something […]