story telling

Still in pre-production for SCE. Started at 8am today. It’s now 9pm and I’m just wrapping the evening. Casting tomorrow and we will see what it brings.

Keeping me going right now is the music of Lady Gaga’s Poker Face, with full dancing performance by my daughter. She’s having a blast using photo booth to shoot a self dance video.

I’m living on borrowed sleep and her energy spurs me on. Thanks kiddo! Back to the post.

Introducing Brian: Dancer, Graphic Designer, Gym Enthusiast. I meet him at Kinko’s, where I am printing my paperwork for tomorrows casting session, when after 300 sheets of paper down, only 4 more pages to print, my copier decides to stop printing. He steps up to assist me, The answer is simple, out of paper.

Brian refills the machine and we strike up a conversation. I find out that he has suffered a back injury similar to mine, but only worse, and mine laid me up for over a year. He says, “I’ll never forget the date, December 15, 2010.”

As we share stories, I discover this guy has a true testimony of exercise and diet. It takes a lot to recovery from lower back issues and here is one thing I know from experience. A serious back injury lays you out, and weight gain, depression and loss of interests are some of its terrible side effects.

Put this into your mind, Brian is a seasoned dancer. The kind of talent that you see behind your favorite musical artists. For him a back problems are a big deal. But he has turned it into a metamorphosis of sorts.

I’m inspired by him, and as always, my camera is in tow. As our conversation gets more comfortable and shift to 365. He volunteers to be photographed.

We step outside to resume our casual talk. We hang out for about 15 minutes or so and I just listen to his stories. He has turned his back issues into real blessings. Brian is not one to throw in the towel. Yes, he did gain a bunch of weigh with his injury, but still kept his commitment to the gym. 70 pounds gone in months, he is on course to regaining his strength and mobility.

In the depths of his skills, he is a video editor and is using that talent to work with some of the great dancers he has always been inspired by. He tells me, “now I talk often and learn from the dancers that used to seem so unapproachable.”

I never once tonight interviewed Brian. We found a step, he sat, talked and I listened. My big take away, “this guy has perspective.”

I do ask him two questions:

First: Do you have anything you want to share with my reader? His reply, “There is always a way, you just have to want it bad enough.”

Second: What do you see yourself doing in ten years? A one word answer, “Producing.”

Thanks for the words Brian, remember me when you are a big producer.

Tomorrow is almost here and I’m still preparing for my casting session. No rest for the weary.

Tonight my wife and I go for an evening drive. I’m slowly sucking her into my daily routine of meeting new people. We end up stopping at Warner Center Park, just a couple of miles from our home.

A little bit about Warner Center Park, other than its three claims to fame: Summer outdoor concerts, night outdoor movies and a killer 4th of July fireworks show.  It’s hidden secret is the diversity of those who frequent it’s fields, making it local melting pot of cultures. From India to Europe, it’s all at Warner.

The evening is cool and calm, youth soccer to the left of us, a mother with son in private Karate lessons to the right, and straight ahead, two young men sitting in the grass. At a distance it looks as if they are holding a giant yellow garden hose in their laps. What’s up with that? We ponder.

The Sherlock Holmes comes out in us as we set a path for a closer view. As we walk towards our contacts to be, the hose moves on its own?! Now we’re really curious. Perhaps they are messing with people, trying to get a rise out of rise out of anyone thinking that there is a huge cat eating snake on park grounds. Fun! a practical joke?! My family enjoys a little intrigue… we’re in!

100 feet to target, 50 feet to target, 10 feet to target, CHOW! It is a snake! 30 pounds of Burmese Python. We’re nervous, but quickly overcome any fear in wanting to know more? I pull out my 365 business card, walk up to these guys, plus snake, and reach my hand out to introduce myself and wife.

These guys are really cool. Turns out they go to Canoga High School just up the street, my wife’s Alma Mater. Won’t date my sweetheart, but I can say I’m pretty sure that non of her teachers are still there.

One thing I am learning fast, there are many young men and women of great manners and intelligence. All lining up to lead the future. Tonight is no exception to this discovery in meeting Meet Izzy and Jerahmia.

We are wholly impressed with the way these two young men express themselves. Izzy shares a comment that deeply impacts me. To set it up, He recently relocated to the USA from Turkey, has spent time schooling in South Africa, and by what he shares with us, has seen a thing or two of how fellow-man can treat fellow-man. Very impressive for a 17-year-old. What he say is this; a very simple statement, but one with great depth, “The World is the World.”

I ask him what he means? He responds in telling me that people are generally good and change is possible. It just takes time, we have to do the work and be patient. OK, I’m 50 (now you know), I’ve seen and experienced a lot of things since I was seventeen. But I’m telling you, at 17 I would have never made a statement like Izzy’s.

My wife kicks in and asks Jarahmai a question or two. He chimes in to the conversation with similar depth. talking about his Greek heritage and upbringing. I can see why these two kids hang out. They are ahead in their maturity and it shows. Glad I met them. Parents be proud!

We talk of goals, both share an entrepreneurial perspective. Izzy sees the business opportunity in breeding snakes. I did a little research and he is absolutely correct. There is a gigantic market that spends premium dollars for exotic reptiles.

Jerahmia speaks of following in his fathers footstep, wanting to build an electrical business. Smart kid, we all know how much we pay our electricians.

As we all chat, here is what catches my eye. Something that is becoming a through-line with many of the people I have interviewed thus far. These two youthful gents talk not only of earnings, but of equal importance, the perspective of doing something you enjoy. I’m only 12 day into 365. We’ll see if this theme keeps constant.

We finish with a few witty line of conversation. My two favorites:

One: Izzy supports the ban on domestically owned Pythons in Florida. They grow huge there in that climate, untrained they eat dogs, cats and can harm children. He goes on to state that, on the other hand, they should allow domestic Pythons in New York City and San Francisco. I laugh loudly, thinking he is bagging on the cities. Well New Yorker’s and San Franciscans, your safe. He likes the cities. What he enlightens with is that the cold climate limits their growth. He feels it would give a whole lot of people the opportunity to have snakes as pets. pretty cool!

Two: I had no idea that a 17-year-old could leg press 1000 pounds, Jerahmia can! Considering myself somewhat fit, I decide to ask more weight lifting questions, thinking I can get a pointer or two. I stop at hearing he can chest fly 305. Lifters, humble up, you know how strong this kid is. I’m fine with sticking with my twenty-five pounders.

Oh Yeah!, Forgot to introduce you to the Python, “say hi to Goliath.”

I’m off to hibernate now.

Later Gators!

OK cut to the chase. My eyes are watering and the room is a blur. I’ve barely eaten today and have spent the last 2 hours trying to be intellectual in my writing tonight. The day has been insane. It’s rapidly approaching midnight, still not done with the day’s business. And now it’s really time to go with the flow in whatever words come out. So here we go.

Meet Otto, Owner of Lemon Grass Thai Restaurant. A cool little joint around the corner from me. I’m telling you I’m lucky to have even gotten out of my office today and as I am writing this, I’m still at it with the help of wife helping to deliver a project and good friend Brandon, a very talented illustrator, working on a perspective sketch for an agency shoot I’m doing next week. No rest for the weary.

Flash back to 6pm when I grab my camera bag to hit the streets. Out the door I go for another jaunt up Sherman Way. Not far from my house I look left and leaning against the wall, smoking a cig, is Otto. I look at him thinking, “who is this guy, and why is he loitering in my neighborhood?”

Not being the shy type, I know the only way to find out who he is… is to approach him. I step up, introduce myself, and invite him to 365.

Turns out, he is the owner of one of my favorite local eateries. We go into his restaurant and take a few photos. He is a very energetic, educated and amusing gentleman.

I learn a thing or two from him about health eating. He tells me that Lemon Grass Tea is a cure for joint pain. I’ll try it.

I want to write more, but I have to humble up today in letting you know, I’m toast.

I leave in sharing Otto’s signature dish: Lab (a spicy beef salad). If you ever visit his establishment, order it, and ask for Otto style.

All for tonight.

Shabbir, Small Business Owner: Canoga Park Florist

Sunday afternoon, my day for spiritual worship and family time. I’m sure many of us covet this day to refill our wells for the week to come. 10 days into 365 and Sundays are already becoming the hardest day to get my butt moving. But two things I learned from my father move me forward: First, “there is only one way to do things, in whatever you do, be certain to do it right and finish it.” and secondly; as many brits would state, “keep a stiff upper lip.”

So with full commitment to see 365 to the end, a smile on my face, and a very supportive daughter in hand, I grab my gear for a Sunday stroll around the neighborhood. Sherman Way watch out, here I come for day two of exploration.

We walk for a few blocks. Noting shops unfamiliar to us and a few we have frequented from time to time. As we browse, looking through locked storefront after storefront, most closed for Sunday rest. I realize 365 is changing my perspective of how I am looking at the rows of small businesses. Being a small business owner myself and knowing how important it is to retain a customer base, I’ve always done my best to regularly patronize my fellow entrepreneur. But this new feeling is deeper than that. Something is brewing in my gut.

I pause for reflection, a different type of empathy is grabbing hold of me. My desire to connect at a deeper level to these neighborhood co-business owners is becoming much greater. Nine day’s of meeting strangers is starting to change me, and I think it is for the better.

Canoga Camera – Closed, (best ink price in town), Caveretti’s (old school Italian Deli) – Open (of course, it’s a restaurant), The Boxing Gym – Closed, 5 or six other closed stores, and then, prepared to look through yet another closed window, Canoga Park Florist – Open with one customer entering just behind us. Now for as long as I’ve lived in my house, 9 years to be exact, never has this store been open on a Sunday. My curiosity takes hold and through the door we go.

We are greeted by shop owner, Shabbir, who is sitting at a display checking his text messages. 4:45sh, store closing at 5:00pm. I tell him of what I am doing and he buy’s in. He graciously give’s me almost an hour, way past closing time.

I find him to be very honorable and kind, even gives my 8-year-old girl a stuffed toy.

I could write a book about our chat, but I’ll keep it short we have many more days ahead of us. So stay with me, the journey is just starting and I have no idea of where we will be going.

That said, let me give you the short rundown of our conversation and some thing I did not know:
• Shabbir loves working with all kinds of different people, bad day pick-me-up to hospital gifts, anniversaries to weddings, birthdays to graduations, mothers day to valentines day, all have their respective flowers. But to Shabbir it’s more than just pre-arranged product, it’s pride in knowing exactly what flowers to choose for every customer he meets.
• Gladiolas, Lilies and Gerreras. Until now I thought only Roses were the most beautiful flower for arrangements.
• Yelp really does work.
• He loves being a Florist and sees doing nothing other than that for the rest of his life.
• His philosophies: Knowing your customers heart makes you a better business person.
• Whatever you promote – you deliver.
• His Dream… To pilot a plane, life is just too busy right now.

I promise. my intent is to not create an eCom referral blog roll. But after spending a bit of time chatting with Shabbir, I felt a connection in giving him a plug. I know, recession has hit everyone hard. Yet after getting to know Shabbir, introducing him to my daughter and seeing photos of his 12 and 8-year-old girls, I am prompted to throw a Canoga Park Florist link. Shabbir has managed to weather the storm economic downturn with his commitment to complete customer satisfaction, backed by his 15 years of passion for what he does. If you find yourself in need of quality and individualized floral service, check him out. And now he is even open on Sundays. Oops! I forgot to ask him when he rests.

9:00pm, quitting time. Talk tomorrow!!

Vincent and Angel, Age 18 – sponsored Riders: JB Bike Shop #2

Went for a walk today. Strolling down Sherman Way in Canoga Park I came across a cool little bike shop, J.B Bike Shop #2. Great place, very urban, met the owner Antonio as I browsed, mingling with his mechanic and a few customers. In talking with him, I realize he knows his bike stuff. To do my part in supporting small business, I need to let you know he is the place to go to buy a custom fixie or for tune up’s on just about any bike. His phone 818-615-0708. Address: 7212 Remmet Avenue, Canoga Park CA 91303.

But here is what really impresses me about Antonio, he gives back to the community. How you ask? Seems he has taken a few very talented neighborhood kids under his wing in offering them bike sponsorship and a safe place to hang out.

In a day with so much gang violence, alcohol and drug abuse running ramped among our urban youth, Antonio’s positive influence is apparent. I’m sure as I walked into JB Bike Shop #2 today, I look a touch suspicious, camera in hand and roaming eyes. As I wander, I strike up a conversation with Vincent and Angel, inviting them to allow me to photograph them for 365. And like a guardian Antonio, hovers closely to check my intent.

And with an approving nod from Antonio, the two young men step-up in accepting my offer. We go to the alley behind the shop and the boys begin to warm up. Antonio watching closely, I’m sure still not fully comfortable of my reasoning to photograph his riders. Now this story is not wholly about Antonio, but it would be very inconsiderate of me not to mention him. And lastly stated, “I regret not getting a photo of him.” His acknowledgement is necessary. Two great and very talented young men, whom without Antonio’s support, may not even be developing their talents.

I shoot a lot of photos. Have to, the depth of the tricks Vincent and Angel can do is astounding, and all without a ramp. I’m guessing these bikes weigh 30 pounds and they lift them as if they are weightless, off flat pavement mind you. It is impossible to show you what they can do in a still photograph, but picture this:

You are riding backwards, then  lift the front wheel, spin around, hop the bike 3 feet off the ground, do a wheelie (on the front wheel), spin the bike on the front wheel, then ride away backwards.

Or how about this one: Pedal as hard as you can for 20 feet, hop the bike in the air, again 3 or more feet up. From there you have a few choices; maybe you want to turn the front wheel to face you, let go of the handle bars, or even better, reach out for a midair touch of the spinning front wheel with your good hand.

I think you get the picture. These kids are fearless athletes.

The best part though, they are exceptional young men. Grounded (excuse the pun after seeing them take flight) and noticeably ahead of the peers in wisdom.

Here is what they say about their sport and life.
• Biking keeps us out of trouble, you know drugs and stuff
• You only live once, live to the fullest
• Do something you love
• Never give up (even if you break your arm)
• Their motto: Less Violence, More Fixies (a very difficult bike trick)

Vincent is planning on going to business school and dreams of opening a bike shop, just like Antonio’s.

Antonio gives his blessing with one condition. He says, “OK by me as long as it’s 30 miles from mine.” Vincent replies, “how about another state.”

Vincent’s crazy ariels, hands off bar, wheel turned back.

Angel, the king of  flying wheelie’s

My favorite crazy trick: grab air and touch the spinning front wheel

In parting, “I ask them one final question, “do they like to mountain biking (my favorite sport)?” They both agree, “no way, it’s too dangerous.” Huh?!?

Tonight I’m traveling from a location scout in San Diego. Feeling rather fried and having my dear old Mum’s apartment on the route home, I drop by her place to say “hi.” As all mothers do, she pulls me in for dinner, something no self-respecting British man can decline.

You have to know my mum, an amazing Brit, 86 years young with an incredible history going all the way back to the WWII Blitz over London.

At dinner, I show Mum the 365 project. Her eyes light up and to the phone she goes in calling her neighbor. Five minutes later I’m sitting in Pat’s living room, meeting her and her four legged companion, Sassy.

We chat for over an hour. Sassy is all over the place. A remarkable conversation, all about faith and laughter. Her happiness is contagious and even though Sassy is drawing blood as she scratches on Pat’s delicate skin, Pat remains unaffected and smiling.

She shows me photos of her eleven grandchildren and six great-grand children. As I get to know her family the talk seamlessly shifts to darker history.

She tells me of her son’s murder and the early death of her high school sweetheart husband. She unveils a tragic work injury that removed her from the workforce and of her being the only one still living of all of her siblings. Still, she is unshaken in her optimism and positive outlook on the world.

There is too much to write about Pat and it’s getting late. Tomorrow is a big day and I need to prep myself for a night of curved-couch sleep. I cannot refuse Mum’s invitation to sleep at her pad, just going to leave for my L.A. commitments at 5am. Better to feel the sting of exhaustion than the disappointment of a Jewish mother.

So before I nod off to pretzeled sleep-land, I’ll list some of what I learn about Pat.

• She rolls with the punches
• Feels fortunate that she can walk and think
• Hold her hospital’s record for the most stints in a living human heart – ten to be exact
• Still trying to figure out how she can have 3 hips replacements with only 2 hips
• Has patterned her life after Betty Boop

Pat, loving you young lady.

When you think of the west coast photo scene, you may think of a who’s who list of name photographers, but today I met true photographic royalty.

Meet Silvino and his sister Andrea, two incredibly hard-working people. I’ve known of Silvino’s name for years as one synonymous with quality flash equipment repair. His reputation is huge and well-respected.

Never met the man before today, so let me start my story with a tale.

Once upon a time there was a beauty and portrait photographer. His light was spectacular (please forgive the self glory, just makes a better tale), but his equipment was flawed. One flash, two flash, three flash, none. A song that was becoming more and more familiar to him. His heart was troubled, and his patience was thin as he did his best to mend the problem. A little tape here, a rap of a hand there, but no matter how hard he tried he would experience again: one flash, two flash, three flash, none. Day after day turned into week after week and as the months slowly passed his trouble only grew. One flash, two flash, three flash, NONE!  Total darkness finally fell upon him, so off to Silvino’s he went.

OK, we’re on the same page, take the flash head to an expert, time to meet Silvino. I call to schedule a drop. Answering the phone is sister Andrea. We chat the usual tech stuff and my gut tells me to ask her if she would be interested in being photographed for 365. I explain it to her and she promises me 5 minutes. We agree and 45 minute later I find myself in Silvino’s West Hollywood shop.

I arrive and am welcomed to a very busy family-run business. I first meet Silvino, seated at a tech counter in the back corner, quietly working away with electrical grace. I look around and self inventory countless flash equipment of every brand. The tone of the room is focused and as my eye’s scan I notice another technician (Hortencia: Silvino’s step sister) hard at work in what looks like delicately wiring a flash head. And from behind the counter Andrea pleasantly steps up. With a warm smile she break the silence in greeting me as she writes up my paperwork.

Business done, we start to chat. We share stories about life, our children (turns out we both have 8-year-old daughters) and of her 17 years of working with her brother.

Silvino’s ears perk up, leading to my inviting him to join us in conversation and if he will be in our photograph. He humbly agrees, but states, “I never let people photograph me.” I feel privileged, seeing it as an honor to photograph someone whose work I truly respect.

His job is thankless and unseen. What he and his family do is a great backbone to the LA photo industry. Something that I challenge every photographer to respect in using his services.

We all chat and the conversation quickly turns away from business to more poignant topics. We expand our talk to past, family and our LA histories. As we converse, I am smitten by a sense of laughter blended with a powerfully determined work ethic and focus on family.

We share family photos and stories of our kids. In doing so, I strengthen my testimony of the importance of family and our responsibilities as parents. I reflect upon the many hard-working families I know. I walk away with a self-challenge, and a challenge to you, to recommit to getting to more fully know our communities.

Forget the spotlight celebrities. Silvono, Andrea and Hortencia: keep going, you’re doing things right! You are the Kings and Queens of Hollywood.

To all who are reading this, do your affirmations for Andrea; her deadbeat ex-husband has not paid a cent of child support for over 5 years. I was told this in a very humble statement from Andrea. She expresses it to me without guile and is very humble about it. But I’m torked. Andrea is a class act. She did not call her ex a deadbeat, I did. So ex-dad, if you read this, be a man and support your daughter.

Silvono, Andrea, Hortencia: Thanks for letting me into your lives.

“Let The Love Come to You”

Day 6, almost one week into 365. Only 359 days to go. The good thing is, so far my family is on board. Tonight my daughter and I pass Taft High on our way home from dinner out with a friend. In the parking lot are a dozen or so catering trucks. Gourmet trucks are becoming quite the rage lately and we regularly visit our favorite haunt; a Friday night hot spot we know in Granada Hills where 50 to 60 trucks usually show up.

Tonight, however, catches us by surprise, seeing trucks in this spot is not a typical occurrence. Even though we are full to the gills from a heavy Mexican dinner of chips, fajitas, and Ben & Jerry’s ice cream, we find it impossible to withstand the temptation of a catering truck expedition. I try to drive by, but 1/4 mile past Taft, will-power gone, I flip a u-turn and we are committed to snacks.

We pull up and immediately I see my greatest temptation: chocolate covered nuts. Hey, they are full of protein. That’s good for me, isn’t it?

Ready to binge, my daughter and I walk towards the most colorful truck in the lot, Antonia’s Nuts. On our approach we are greeted by James. At first glance I know this guy has things to say. He agrees to be photographed. I quickly find out one fact is certain, James is way chill.

We talk for about 15 minutes. My take away: James is an icon for the positive. The kind of dude we all want as a friend.

A few statements from “The Book of James”
• Why not? Not why!
• You have to have humor.
• Laugh at it all.
• I’m a musician, but check out my girlfriend’s music.

And he lives what he preaches. He tells me of his house just being robbed, “it opened up the universe for me.” Even had the robbers try to break in again a second time while he and his roommate were home. He just went to the door and told them to go away. Many of us would have attacked them. James just kept his cool.

I find out he is a musician. Leads me to ask him if I can promote his band or share any message for him,. He gives me two simple notes.
ONE: “Live positive and let the love come to you”
TWO: “Nah, my band broke up, but you can promote my girlfriend’s music, it’s cool. Google her. Jade Alexis”

James, see you in Granada Hills!

I ask, “Where are you from?”  He says, “Wherever I’m passing by.”

Today I had the opportunity to photograph the news anchors of Univision 34, Los Angeles. A great group of people to work with and a ton of fun to shoot. Can’t post the photos right now, but soon you will see them all over LA and on the web.

We started the shoot very early in the morning and finished in the evening. A very full day. No gripes; I love to be busy – plus I had a 365 plan for the day. A perfect plan in my mind; simple, straight forward and easy breezy – just grab someone at lunch break.

But as life always does, the curve ball came… unfinished business locked me to the mobile phone. Still no problem; shift to fallback plan – find a willing person in the hallway at the end of the shoot. Strike two: wrapped the shoot and the halls are quite.

Adding a touch of stress, it’s 8pm, I’m now in the parking structure, sitting in the driver’s seat, car running, and ready to reverse out of the space. Memories of the evening before fall upon me as I struggle to shift my car to reverse in prepping to exit an echoing garage. For whatever reason the gear shift decides to give me grief. My wife and I have a saying, “If it’s not broken, it must not belong to us.” Two nights in a row of car issues… @!*%#^$#!!!!!

With time burning, I reach for the owner’s manual and prepare for a fight. Here’s the blow-by-blow. “Honda throws a stinging low blow,” burying the table of contents in a strangely designed booklet. But no chump to adversity, Radstone quickly regains his composure and side steps to the glossary. Honda counters with an overly simplified list of topics and complex listings of unrelated page references. “Oh no! Looks like Radstone is going down early,” knees weak, body trembling, he’s sagging for the mat and reaching for his AAA card. The shame of it all, AAA two nights in a row… for the same car… what a looser. “But wait, a glimmer of hope,” Radstone’s stomach growls, desperately in need of transportation to the nearest dining establishment. And amidst to on-setting attack of abdominal warnings, a vague spark of hope comes into focus, snapping into view through a sugar crashing blurriness. I strain my eyes, concentrating one more time on an overly cluttered glossary, “and yes, I ready to throw the fight winning blow,” gear shift release button – page 64. Radstone jabs, “insert ignition key into hidden slot,” shifter moves to neutral, Honda drops to the canvas, “1, 2, 3, bla, bla, bla, 10. Out!!!!! The winner by Knock Out!  Radstone! Holy hell, got to love those secret panels.

Event behind me, and still needing to find a person to shoot, I accept the fate that is in store for me. Load my gear, and on the drive home, find a point of interest to stop in searching for a person to photograph. Gear loaded, it is time to exit the parking structure and start my quest.

As I exit, a lone stranger appears, Hector – one of Univision’s news photographers returning from the day’s assignments. I approach him and it’s all thumbs up.

On the list of All Things Happen for a Reason, the car delay ends up working for a purpose. An earlier exit would have made me miss meeting Hector, who taught me a thing or two of what news shooters go through.

A few worthy notes on Hector’s commitment to his craft:
• His news van is really his office.
• Everyday he commutes to, and from, Los Angeles and San Bernardino in bringing the news to us. Not a short drive.
• He has been nominated for an Emmy.
• Has one documentary under his belt that was selected to be featured at the San Diego Latino Film Festival.

But here is what is really impressive:
From 1999 to 2005 Hector’s assignment was to cover events happening on the Mexico / California border. He tells me of things that I choose not to write. With respect and a smile he shares these stories with a degree of humility. With all my years of portrait and advertising photography, I have never found myself in the depth of situations Hector shares with me. In only a few minutes he opens my eyes to the courage of media photographers. Here is a really cool young guy, just getting married, who has looked tragedy right in the face and can share it with the balance of a seasoned spiritualist.

All I can say is, “Thanks Hector, and keep up the meaningful work!”

Until Tomorrow,

RR