Watching his 100-year-old mother, a San Francisco 49ers fan since the 1950s, work out with her personal trainer to, she says, “get in shape for today’s game.”
Sitting on a Sacramento River bench with his cap and shadow during an 8.26-mile afternoon stroll in the winter sun.
Enjoying an al fresco brunch on his deck in clement California winter weather after an active morning outdoors.
Patiently waiting, after a 5:30 a.m. intense fitness class at the YMCA, for the dawn’s early light before kicking off a pool workout.
Seeking legal advice about whether he can sue People, Riviera Radio and other media outlets for misspelling his name. Seriously, Yowl Streptthroat-McClough?
Here’s why The Idiot, when he drove to Northern California from Los Angeles in late January, enjoyed slowly coasting up the Pacific Ocean through Big Sur.
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