Sidewalk Ghosts / With Peace and Power

“Learning. Making more things, and not being intimidated to show my work.” Pointing to a shopping center studio, my daughter pushed, “we have to go in, there is your person to interview.” I’m telling you, out of the mouth of children does inspiration flow. The windows were covered with artwork and partitions blocked our view…

Sidewalk Ghosts / A Stranger Walked Into My House, A Friend Departed

“Plans don’t always turn out the exact way you plan. You have to be open to change, and here is the best part. THINGS TURN OUT BETTER.” By the side of my good friend and photographer Elizabeth (not pictured) she was. Studio manager to Elizabeth, and in Los Angeles from New York, they had stopped…

Sidewalk Ghosts / “Really Listen”

“My kids like to talk to me, it’s an open-ended dialogue. I’ve learned to not dismiss their thoughts or try to redirect them into what I want to hear.” For fifty-five days I had openly written about my life, my journeys and the people I met. Months with much time away from my family, so…

Sidewalk Ghosts / The Chance Of A More Perfect World

Hello, dear readers of Sidewalk Ghosts, random curiosity seekers, and people who stumbled onto this project while looking for the newest celebrity train wreck (nothing here about the Khardashians, sorry) You may notice a bit of a difference in this essay. There’s a reason for that; and the reason is simply this: I’m not Richard.  Instead,…

Sidewalk Ghosts / He is Gone, But He Is Here

Even though it has been over seven years since I first met her, the positive outlook she glowed, to this day, stops me in my tracks. Yet, under the free spirit she so happily exuded, there was a person enduring the pain of a great loss. It was pumpkin hunting night. A Halloween tradition followed…

Sidewalk Ghosts /LOL — Loud, Obnoxious, Loving

I asked; is this the way it always is here? With smile on their faces, and in perfect harmony, they all resoundingly agreed, “YES!!” It was hair and nail day for the Radstone women and a chance for me to take five from the office. For my haircut, well that’s nothing–my wife, electric shaver, trusty number…

Sidewalk Ghosts / She Saved Me

My feet were barking! My discouragement growing as, late in the evening, foot traffic thinning, I wondered, “is this the night that I fail in my mission to meet a new friend?”   After the experiences of the week, and post how it played out in meeting Nathan, it would have been wise to had…

Sidewalk Ghosts / Slava – “Songs About Friends”

“What is your name?” I asked. In deep dialect he responded, “Slava.” “Do you have a hobby, Slava?” I casually followed up. He paused, glanced at my reflection in the rear view mirror, eyes staring as if summing me up; and, after an uncomfortable delay–“Guitar.” “What kind of music?” I inquired further. He lightly laughed…