Southern California is running out of water, but with my new TV gig, I’ve reached Executive Producer status, and today, my Tiny Baby Brother Tim — whose teddy bears I used to make dance, who spent a whole Summer driving around a tiny motorcycle, who I once accidentally dropped on his head? who I used to protect and terrify — became a Major in the USMC. I pulled my neck this morning just by stretching up for two seconds. Tim’s daughter, my Goddaughter, looks at me through pictures like she’s ready for college and doesn’t need my advice. I want to make bears dance for her. Life continues. We turn on faucets, assuming Water. Brush our teeth. Big moments, and then small. Up and up, a straight line for a minute, then down a bit, then back up, and and Up and Up.
