Back in LA. This is my middle-aged man gym. Creeping towards 58 and trying to keep the old joints lubricated. Repping the @munsterrugby gear always! Up Munster
Back in LA. This is my middle-aged man gym. Creeping towards 58 and trying to keep the old joints lubricated. Repping the @munsterrugby gear always! Up Munster
Back in LA. This is my middle-aged man gym. Creeping towards 58 and trying to keep the old joints lubricated. Repping the @munsterrugby gear always! Up Munster
Back in LA. This is my middle-aged man gym. Creeping towards 58 and trying to keep the old joints lubricated. Repping the @munsterrugby gear always! Up Munster
This photo was taken twenty years ago today. It’s been an awesome couple of decades with these two hombres.
Back home. It was a quick hit, but my love for Calexico, El Centro, and Mexicali is vast. Our apartment was the one on the top right. Blissfully unaware the Andrade Apartments were a brothel run by an old lady who posted up in a lawn chair in the shade of the palm trees, I learned to skateboard on the cracked concrete of its courtyard. Across the street was a tangerine field I raided on the daily. Borders (both within and without) are wild places to bounce between and special places to live around. My time in Mexicali (and Nogales) taught me a lot about the world and shaped my childhood in a way I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Back home. It was a quick hit, but my love for Calexico, El Centro, and Mexicali is vast. Our apartment was the one on the top right. Blissfully unaware the Andrade Apartments were a brothel run by an old lady who posted up in a lawn chair in the shade of the palm trees, I learned to skateboard on the cracked concrete of its courtyard. Across the street was a tangerine field I raided on the daily. Borders (both within and without) are wild places to bounce between and special places to live around. My time in Mexicali (and Nogales) taught me a lot about the world and shaped my childhood in a way I wouldn’t trade for anything.
Martin Greenfield. Holocaust survivor, tailor to Presidents from Eisenhower to Trump, and so much more. What a legend. Rest in Peace. Love to his family and friends. https://www.nytimes.com/2024/03/20/fashion/martin-greenfield-dead.html
A great day back on the base at the Naval Air Facility El Centro. Got a ringside seat for F-35s taking off and it’s something you feel in your spine. #USNavy #thanksforyourservice
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, Ailís Ó Súilleabháin, or “Betty” the name she went by in the States. My mom’s doing well and takes a lot of pleasure in sharing stories about her youth on an impossibly beautiful farm in Sneem, County Kerry, where she used to read to the cows, and of her days in Africa during the Mau Mau Rebellion and Nigerian Civil War. The constant denominator was her love for teaching. My mom taught countless students from the Loreto School in Limburu, Kenya, to The Catholic School for girls in Owerri, Nigeria, Stella Maris, in Port Harcourt, The Bishop Thomas Grant School in London during the mid-’60s (where she taught kids the system had given up on- very “To Sir, With Love”) Sacred Heart in Nogales, Arizona, Vincent Memorial and Calexico High in Calexico, and Calipatria High School in Calipatria, California. What a trip she’s had. Man. She has seen a lot. She was eight months pregnant with Eileen when she went to England from Nigeria, eight months pregnant with Deirdre and I when she landed in Montreal from Ireland, (yep, we anchor babies!) and had Karina with no help in New Hampshire when my pops was away working in Japan. She rolled through any punch life threw at her. She taught us the value of reading, athletics, prayer, and just being generally kind to our fellow earth planet travelers. In the first photo my mother is receiving cogngratulations as the Captain for guiding the University College Galway camogie squad as 1957 National Ashbourne Cup champs (held in Belfast). What a life lived- now just need to squeeze those cool stories out of her!!
Happy Mother’s Day to my mom, Ailís Ó Súilleabháin, or “Betty” the name she went by in the States. My mom’s doing well and takes a lot of pleasure in sharing stories about her youth on an impossibly beautiful farm in Sneem, County Kerry, where she used to read to the cows, and of her days in Africa during the Mau Mau Rebellion and Nigerian Civil War. The constant denominator was her love for teaching. My mom taught countless students from the Loreto School in Limburu, Kenya, to The Catholic School for girls in Owerri, Nigeria, Stella Maris, in Port Harcourt, The Bishop Thomas Grant School in London during the mid-’60s (where she taught kids the system had given up on- very “To Sir, With Love”) Sacred Heart in Nogales, Arizona, Vincent Memorial and Calexico High in Calexico, and Calipatria High School in Calipatria, California. What a trip she’s had. Man. She has seen a lot. She was eight months pregnant with Eileen when she went to England from Nigeria, eight months pregnant with Deirdre and I when she landed in Montreal from Ireland, (yep, we anchor babies!) and had Karina with no help in New Hampshire when my pops was away working in Japan. She rolled through any punch life threw at her. She taught us the value of reading, athletics, prayer, and just being generally kind to our fellow earth planet travelers. In the first photo my mother is receiving cogngratulations as the Captain for guiding the University College Galway camogie squad as 1957 National Ashbourne Cup champs (held in Belfast). What a life lived- now just need to squeeze those cool stories out of her!!
Adventures in country car work with Kevin Frison and @skippahboston. Getting the ‘68 el Camino running
The Canada/Massachusetts era with the sisters. Grandpa Logue came to visit us from Ireland and the only thing he wanted (because of Westerns) was that cowboy hat (which I later threw out the window of our station wagon on the highway). PS. My mom favored the bowl cut.
The Canada/Massachusetts era with the sisters. Grandpa Logue came to visit us from Ireland and the only thing he wanted (because of Westerns) was that cowboy hat (which I later threw out the window of our station wagon on the highway). PS. My mom favored the bowl cut.
The Canada/Massachusetts era with the sisters. Grandpa Logue came to visit us from Ireland and the only thing he wanted (because of Westerns) was that cowboy hat (which I later threw out the window of our station wagon on the highway). PS. My mom favored the bowl cut.
The Canada/Massachusetts era with the sisters. Grandpa Logue came to visit us from Ireland and the only thing he wanted (because of Westerns) was that cowboy hat (which I later threw out the window of our station wagon on the highway). PS. My mom favored the bowl cut.
Angela McCluskey. Oh God were you an amazing human being. The world is lesser today. I feel blessed to have met you all those decades ago. Love to Paul, her family, and to all the people she touched– and not only through her otherworldly musical talent.
For the handful interested in the journey of this el Camino from the Oregon woods back to Mexican border town of el Centro. This el Camino sat for 20 years. New #DieHard battery and it drove off the trailer and into the shop. Listen to that engine– blown away by American craftsmanship that can sit for two decades- old plugs, old filters, and it all still works. Excited to show you where this goes. w?Frankmejia #elcamino #hotrodrestoration.
Just heard that @mr_kenneth_mitchell passed away. What a beautiful and sweet man, talented actor, great athlete, and golden human being. Love and condolences to his family. He sent me this pic a few weeks ago, psyched to see the El Camino was back running. It was a picture from a happier time before the cruelty of his ALS diagnosis in 2018. I don’t know how people like Kenneth can walk through the heaviest of life’s challenges with the grace, strength, humility (and without an iota of self-pity )like Kenneth did. A true Canadian legend now freed from the bondage of this mortal coil. Orian, thanks for putting us all together. @orianw
A pretty magical night years ago. @kirkfox and I went to Israel, Egypt, and Palestine. We drove to Acre and Eilat and Nazareth. We ran up Masada. We made friends in the old city and in Tel Aviv. At a small cafe across from Rabin Square we met a guy who invited us back to his apartment. He asked if I played guitar and I said, “Not well,” which is true, but a lesson why it’s good to have a minimal proficiency on some musical instrument because it leads to some fun times in life. His name is Baldi Oliver @olierbaldi and I didn’t know that he was one of the best flamenco guitarists in the world. (In this video, he goes off like Al Di Meola or Paco de Lucia.) In the old city, Kirk and I became good friends with Haj fathi Jabari and traveled through the West Bank. We met Palestinian Christians in Bethlehem who were in dire straits since the tourists have long ceased coming. It didn’t matter if they had very little, we were still invited into their homes and offered tea and food. We had Shabbat dinner in Jerusalem with my dear friends the Harmans and had an absolutely haunting, beautiful, and magical time in the Sinai with a guy named Mohammed (who I couldn’t reach after the Arab Spring). He took us to his village where we smoked hookah and locals brought us pita and hummus. Afterwards, we climbed Mount Sinai to the tiny church and mosque on its summit. What’s happening right now in that part of the world is too heavy to understand and no one needs my two cents. I just pray for peace.
Happy 250th Birthday Boston Tea Party, the event that convinced King George the Colonists needed to be taught a lesson by the Almighty British Army.
Cali-for-nye-ay bound
Thank you, @cinequestorg I’m glad “The Island Between Tides” is coming to light. What an amazing experience in the most hauntingly beautiful place I’ve ever been — Prince Rupert, BC, Canada. A part of the world that defies description- where orcas swim the Bay and bald eagles flock like pigeons. I’ll never forget my time there. It was great to reconnect with @davidamazouz and make new friends in @palomakwiatka @sarahlindish @sullivan.camille @wordslikepuzzls @remymarthaler @adamrbeach #gabriellerose @rubitupper @matthewmaccaull @beckstargrams @madsamuraiproductions @amberipley @helena_thom @joshhuculiak @and_holmes & so many more
