Where I Write

Although I’m still missing some artwork to inspire my moments of drift, I have finally moved into my office.  Here are a few points of interest (mine mostly).

1. My grandfather’s Kenwood street sign

2. An empty film reel waiting for my screenplay

3. High School graduation gift from my sister, Michelle

4. Autographed Willie Mays photograph

5. My Grandfather’s hat

6. 21" Imac and vault for everything I have ever written

My wall of favorites.  Mostly a tribute to my namesake.

1. My grandfather painted this picture of my father overlooking Geikie Inlet in 1961.

2. A miniature Alaskan totem pole.

3. My Grandfather’s camera.

4. My Grandfather.

5. My grandfather’s drawing of Knights jousting that he drew when he was 15.

6. A drawing of Stevie Ray Vaughn, given to me by my brother, Sean.

7. A photograph of my mischievous great uncles Frank and Allis Pellisier.

8. My grandfather getting a haircut, Alaskan style.

9. A homemade Cheeseheads chalk poster made for me by Grandma Henshaw when I graduated from film school.

10. A couch that converts into a bed in case I can’t make it to our room.

11. Some of my favorite books.

12. My beloved Kindle.

13. A baseball signed by the 1989 Giants.

1. Dwayne Wade Figurine.

2. My favorite pic of me and Sonia

3. Will Clark action figure

4. Giant Replica Marquette Final Four Ring

5. My grandfather’s gold miner figurine

6. Pearl Jam drumstick I caught at 92’ show at Varsity Theatre at Marquette.

1. Italian Print of On The Waterfront

2. Baseball signed by dozens of Hall of Famers that my dad acquired while at a fantasy camp in the late 80’s.

3. A ripped baseball signed by Ernie Banks.  In a game played at the same fantasy camp, my dad threw a fastball to the elderly Banks and the Hall of Famer nearly ripped the cover off of the ball.

4. A vintage typewriter I bought at the Rose Bowl flea market when I first moved back to LA and vowed to live a life as a writer.

5. Figurine of Marquette Great, Al Mcguire.

6. The book denouncing alcohol and gambling written by my great, great, great grandmother, Letitia Youmans.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go play drunken online poker.