Hi! Nice to see you.
Yes, it has been a busy couple weeks.
Yes, I lost my iPhone in JFK airport. I blame the shifty-eyed waiter. But other than that little speed bump, Oscar and I had a really wonderful trip back east and I'll write about it in great detail soon. Sadly, all my pictures were on the phone so it's hard to plot out a post without the pictures. (If you have any from our visit, can you send them to me?)
So, my friend Elizabeth (not my sister wife Elizabeth, mom-of-greatest-babysitter-ever-Elizabeth) pointed me to an article in Entertainment Weekly this week about the Oakwood, transient home to would-be Disney child stars, sad divorced dads, and families in the midst of a big move. I assured her that yes, that was indeed our Oakwood, and I think I might have to write in to a magazine for the first time in my life. The article (not online, yet) presents it as a warm, cuddly place full of precocious tweens looking for their big break. Let me tell you, it was by far the creepiest, most depressing place I've ever lived in, and I have lived in a roach-infested walk-up on the Upper East Side of Manhattan with a bathtub in the kitchen. I wrote about it here and here's a couple of my posts from Facebook:
At the pool at Oakwood Temporary Housing eavesdropping on 12-year-olds
lamenting that they can't get a haircut, or they'll have to get new
headshots. Oh, brother.
Now they are talking about full body waxes. Did I mention they are boys?
on
the way back to our place, I passed a lovely girl who couldn't have
been more than 9 yammering on her cell phone. "But is there a script
yet?"
More soon.
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