Visit from the Gregg

My Dad, Gregg (yes I am one of those people who call their parent by their first name due to a very cold, non-engaging childhood, kidding) came to visit me for the first time in Los Angeles since I've lived here, 5 years now. His excuse for visiting was assisting in the hauling of 8 sport horses to San Juan Capistrano for a horse show. My father is a farrier and his client of several years needed a good strong man to make sure nothing happened on the trip from Cypress,Texas to California. They arrived at the stables at 2am on Monday night. That day my dad had changed two tires on a 15 ton horse trailer in the middle of the desert. Needless to say he was exhausted, but volunteered us to help with the unloading of the horses/ trailer. Bill got a chance to help hay the stalls and yes he even carried horse shit from the trailer that my dad and I mucked. So proud I am that he even came near it.

Our drive to Los Angeles was a blur at 3am. Bill got pulled over for speeding but didn't get a ticket due to his unbelievable boyish good looks (yes the cop was gay). They apparently were looking for another bad guy as they shut down the freeway and had helicopters circling. The following three days I led Gregg around my life in Los Angeles. We had lunch at the Abbey, looked at classic cars, listened to Beethoven at the Hollywood Bowl and spent an afternoon at the Getty enjoying the summer garden. Gregg even grabbed my camera and was snapping pics like a pro. Every time I go home to Texas, Gregg tries to convince me to move back. Before he got on the plane back home, Gregg confessed to Bill that he will stop trying to do that. Alas, it only took 3 days in Los Angeles to halt the argument, too bad he didn't come sooner.