My friend, Jamey, and his son, Jameson, made a super-quick father-son trip to L.A. this weekend. Jamey is an architect, and his son is interested in architecture, so they came to check out the coolness of the California style.
I got to pick them up from the Third Street Promenade in Santa Monica last night and show them around Malibu after dark and then they crashed at our place. I get to show them around just a bit this morning before they run back to LAX and fly back to Southwest Missouri.
When someone says the words, “childhood friend,” Jamey is my picture. Which makes it all the more cool that we still get to hang out together some thirty years later.
Minutes to Memories 