Getting the last haircut of the tumultuous 2010s decade (think sensually scruffy) and readying for the roaring 2020s (think suavely smooth).
Returning to Redding, California, to insure that his 100-year-old mother has begun receiving a stream of flowers for the holiday season.
Concocting a classical marionette version of The Idiot and the Odyssey trilogy of travel narratives that he wrote about his 20-year walk around the Mediterranean Sea.
Savoring a mild December afternoon in Beverly Hills that included an outdoor lunch at mouth-watering Avra Estiatorio and a quick shopping stop at Louis Vuitton.
Why did The Idiot walk miles in the snow to get the top of Josephine Peak in the Angeles Forest? No, not just because it was there.
Checking out the lights, sights and action on Sunset Boulevard before catching his son in a performance at The New American Theater in Hollywood.
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