Sojourner Waylaid
WCS 57 will be tardy… happens to the best of us
I just can’t, y’all. My apologies.
You could be receiving a West Coast Sojourn newsletter in a handful of hours, per usual. The only difference is that my stuff wouldn’t be very good. Focus has been elusive.
Yesterday I put in 20,000 steps, a small hunk of which came via a two-on-one, half-court hoops competition between myself and a pair of athletic fifth graders. In this moment, my lower body is screaming. If I make it to school and back home without medical incident, today will be a win. But no newsletter until tomorrow morning. Before noon I will adjust what I already have and hit Send.
Again, I am sorry. To make good, here’s part of a feature that runs beyond the WCS paywall:
The Full Herb Caen
Of the VP Kamala campaign’s entirety, my favorite aspect has been the central American Black not being a professional athlete or entertainer. I love when that happens...
On Los Angeles Metrolink’s train platforms an AI announcer repeatedly tells me that I can join “the fight against human trafficking,” if only I “learn to recognize the signs.” Dude, I’m just trying to catch a ride to Union Station…
So much is startling about👇🏿 footage of a coyote chasing a girl through through her Portland yard. For starters, who knew Portland has coyotes, never mind the aggressive kind?
That’s all of my Herb Caen homage, for now. For more, including a take on tonight’s Yankees-Dodgers World Series opener, check your mailbox in the a.m.
…and in case your eyes are still lingering in this file—yet you opted out of opening Thursday’s email—take in a project that I’ve only begun to openly speak about.
Here are more details on the project and how you can support it.
That’s all, for real. I have to catch a train.