Ashtrays & Gamma Rays

I had an opportunity to visit one of my favorite ashtrays this past weekend. Sorry, I mean beaches.

And by opportunity, I mean funeral.

Did your 94 year old grandfather have a doormat like this one?

No?  Well, I guess there's no accounting for taste.

This particular doormat is very close to a beautiful stretch of beach down in Malibu. 

 Long View

Long View

 Close Up

Close Up

Between errands, I convinced my mother to give me 20 minutes at said beach to, well, do whatever it is that I do. I hastily arranged this collection on a towel back at my hotel room - thought it might  be in poor taste to drag my sandy bags of trash to the services. Nevermind that we could have used a censor, or a bleeping machine during the eulogies, and I'll skip over the one about how he may or may not have had a hand in a friend spending the better part of a year in jail, as well as the retelling of a few of my grandfather's unapologetically racist quips by the staff at Woodlawn Cemetery in Santa Monica (nicest guys) - but don't worry, they were the best-intentioned kind of racist stories. Sigh. At any rate, I didn't dare taint the day with my own personal garbage. 

You know, respect.

So, I dedicate this one to you Malibu Bob, thanks for the gamma rays. RIP