I sincerely believe your leggings are tighter than your daughter’s, Bobby. “I put ’em on straight from the washer. They dry on me, becoming a second skin.” What is this? “Robusto Bay” Redondo Beach. “Ah. There’s some sort of festival. We’re all at the hotel.” Didn’t you used to share a room with Garcia at … Continue reading Redondo: Better Than The Other Dondos