Life on the Limit has the ultimate bragging rights when it comes to interviews, with a plethora of racing stars from John Surtees to Lewis Hamilton having their say on the dangers of motorsport past and present. As McLaren continues to fight back from a tough couple of years in the present, the journey of its pioneering founder continues to be poignant.ġ.
What is most striking about the documentary is it makes clear the astounding dedication and loyalty he inspired in those who worked for him on his journey from humble beginnings in New Zealand to the top echelon of motorsport. Visit the Los Angeles Times at Distributed by Tribune Content Agency, LLC.The story of Bruce McLaren is told through new dramatized footage alongside the original film and supported by interviews with those who knew him. Me, I’ve never had any issues with daughters.
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Maybe I could update that, add some laughs? I think Lear’s daughters were involved, right? Daughters are good. Another friend reminded us that when Shakespeare was quarantined, he wrote “King Lear.”
I’ll be my ebullient Irish self, as I try to get a grip on this Catan, which seems kind of complicated. My buddy Jeff suggested that a quarantini is just a regular martini, except that you drink it at home alone, as per a quarantine. Hey, you don’t become the cul-de-sac surgeon-general for nothing. “Your commitment and compassion are both beyond extraordinary,” one friend noted. My clever, mad-hatted colleague Patt Morrison named it, but the recipe is mine: Two parts vodka, a whisper of vermouth, you can use a drop of Maraschino cherry syrup for color, although I went with a drop of decongestant (also for color) - shaken with ice, then served in a chilled martini glass with a couple of cough drops. Are more people coming? Will the TP and vermouth hold out? Will this new craft cocktail, the quarantini, be a significant hit? So everyone was lying, which is pretty normal for families like ours. She told her daughter that Uncle Chris (that’s me) bought too much corned beef and was running around screaming Yeats, as though caroling. After all we had, like, seven rolls of TP left and this board game, Catan. If you think that none of this sounds normal, welcome to our family (or any family).īut my niece managed to catch a plane to the States, and my sister advised her to come to the family compound here in California. Then a mini-crisis: Another niece was stuck in Spain, where she plays soccer for a living. I like the guy, low key and capable, much like me. It’s a very nice time to visit L.A., everything in a state of emergency. To spice it up, I use thumbtacks and gunpowder (a tip I picked up from a Texan). But I could make decent chili from wood chips. The chili turned out well, even though I’d bought some off-brand beans, the only ones left on the shelf. It wasn’t so bad, for I like having people around, even family. So there we were, sitting around playing Catan, the hot new board game, and making giant vats of chili. She was here to tend to her daughter, Amy, who was having her ACL renovated after a ski jump went wonky.
My kid sister happened to be back in town through all this, a blessing in disguise, for she is a twinkly soul, more Irish than I am. Missing from our lives right now are twinkly eyes and leprechaun smirks. The last public event I attended was a bookstore bash in Manhattan Beach, a festive evening that propelled me through the weekend. In two days, they canceled pretty much everything. I tend to prefer Stagecoach, but they canceled that too. It started when they canceled Coachella, leaving me bereft and in need of a reason to go on with life. I’ve developed my own answer to COVID-19. I’m not sitting idle though, waiting for others to take action. Now I think that, come the warming months, this virus will lose its spirit and that by autumn there will be a shot for it. I thought computers were just a phrase and that by now Bill Murray or Mike Ditka would be elected president. I’d like to assure you that everything is going to be all right, which it is, though I’ve been wrong before. E-Pilot Evening Edition Home Page Close Menu
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