'Bosch' house evokes amazing California memories

I have lived in a lot of different places, some special and some not so special.

Some provided spectacular views, others were pretty mundane. Seeing the monuments and memorials of Washington, D.C., at age 13 pretty much blew me away. By 32, when I was getting ready to move to North Carolina, it was "been there, done that" for the Nation's Capital.

As I worked my way across the country in the 1980s, I saw the Mississippi River (and the Gateway Arch), the Rocky Mountains and the deep blue of Lake Tahoe. But it was April 30, 1990, my first day on the job as a suburban sportswriter covering the Los Angeles Dodgers that gave me my first look the the most amazing view I would ever see.

Dodger Stadium by night.

You sort of have to imagine this one from the photo. The press box is essentially at the top part of the photo, behind home plate.

Parking for reporters was at the top level behind the home plate portion of the stands. When I came out of the building at 11 p.m. and looked to the southwest, the lights seemed to go on forever.

Incredible, and for most of the next two summers, it was a view I saw almost every night.

Random thoughts and perspectives for a May day

In a world of too much information, there are many things I would rather not know.

For example, I'd rather not know ...

Down the stretch

... that Donald Trump thinks the horse that crossed the finish line first at the Kentucky Derby was disqualified because of political correctness.

... that when comic books started being called graphic novels 25-30 years ago, people who read real novels let them get away with it.

,,, how long it will be before I can stream the latest "Avengers" movie. I certainly don't want to go to a theater to see it.

Still in jail, but Rule Brittania and another cheer

What's it all about (Alfie)?

Well ...

It's the eighth day since I deactivated my Facebook account in response to a 30-day suspension for so-called "hate" speech.

I'm not going to write again about what happened and why. The only purpose of mentioning it is that whenever I first go to my computer in the morning, Facebook is one of the first websites I visit.

Over the last 10 years, Facebook has been my primary tool for keeping up with friends and family. In fact, with many people, the only contact I have with them is on Facebook.

I'm sort of at a loss where to start.