Mention Del Mar, California and most people think of the race track. Not me. Here’s how I found Del Mar. When my wife made the suggestion for “Where the Campaign Ends,” I needed to decide on the perfect place for a love story, albeit a non-traditional one, to take place. Unknowingly, she had laid the groundwork for that decision several months earlier when she suggested we take a detour through Del Mar. She had found a little motel right on…
“You should write a love story.” My wife and I were sitting in the cafeteria of the American Express building in which we both worked, discussing my overwhelming desire to become a published author, when she dropped that little nugget. Naturally I scoffed. I surrendered most ideas of romance sometime between the day I realized no one fell in love as they did in John Hughes films and my first – and only – divorce. I didn’t read romance novels…
So, that was me back in 2007. I’d love to say it’s a camera trick but, in truth, I’m not at all a thin person. I may aspire to be, but I’m not there. Not even nine years and two valve replacements later. Which, come to think of it, could mean I’m and idiot. Anyhoo, that’s me on top one of the Hedgpeth Hills in Glendale- maybe a few hundred feet in elevation at best – after getting talked into…