NYC Part II, Electric Bugaloo

Like I said, this is the year. Everyone's lifelong hard work and dedication to their art seems to be finally paying off. My dad was there in New York meeting his book agent and his new editor at Harcourt and even having a literary head to head coffee with one of my parents' most worshipped authors Lynne Tillman. He was moving and shaking. Sage was there having a giant fancy art show in fancy mid-town, selling his paintings for gobs of money. And Aza, well he was screening his brand new film at the New York Film Festival. Yep. And he got a standing ovation. Everyone got to go to the show and it was a magical and memorable thing for all to experience, so much more meaningful to be there all together, for each other, back and forth, forever and always.


Aza and his dad, the notorious Ken Jacobs, star of his son's film.


And Flo Jacobs, his mom, starring as Mom in the film, stealing every scene and winning hearts for good.


The packed house. Long live the Bohemian!