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I’m writing this from the Harris Ranch, a beautiful hacienda-style Spanish hotel and restaurant about 2/3 of the way south of San Francisco on Hwy 5 to LA. I took off mid-day today driving my truck to LA, for the funeral Thursday of my college buddy Dick Zanuck.
For almost 3 hours I cruised without the radio, a blended iced double-shot latte as well as light sativa cannabinoids to enable right brain function.
There are plants that grow steadily for weeks and then suddenly bolt. Same thing with concepts. You think about something or study a subject and one day, poom! You put it all together and enter another realm of consciousness.
That’s what happened to me today, thinking about Zanuck and our stunts and adventures in the 50s. I never put it all together before, but when I finally did, it was rich. Fun. I’m going to write it up, but for now I’m at this wonderful inn in California’s San Joaquin valley. Nothing on the web does the Harris Ranch justice. Beautifully built inn. Olympic size swimming pool (no chlorine smell) surrounded by sweet-smelling honeysuckle. Harris family has been here since the turn-of-the-century. The only way to understand how unique it is, is to stop by if you’re ever driving between SF and LA. And yes, there’s a smelly agri-biz style feedlot and it’s certainly the opposite of vegan consciousness, but still…
Off mid-day mañana for Venice or Santa Monica. I excited to be heading into LA.