On The Road To Malibu

It was more than 20 years ago we decided to check out living in LA, re-settling my photography work where things happen more quickly than in the older world of the East. Or so I thought. Photography went well enough for me at the time and it looked to be a place where work would come in. But a little Rodeo Drive and the cost of housing made it clear that the Hudson Valley would be where we would land again -- and did.

Malibu and Santa Monica, Venice beach and Harry who was the Rasta-man in white robes on skates who we hung with were my memories of LA. Malibu and it canyons and the Pacific looking beautiful we ended up living in Laguna Beach for a time but Laguna is not the City, not L.A. and not quite real. Also expensive!



You can do, in L.A. in Malibu drug rehabs in the L.A., Malibu, Rodeo Drive style. Get over the craving (or the giving in to it) while being surrounded by beauty with the Pacific in the distance and surroundings that hardly seem like a gritty movie about wild-eyed addicts. This is the stuff of therapy in style, reinforcement in surroundings that are fitting for recoveries.