We are caught in a Didion-esque daydream of having a husband, with whom we're living in a Malibu beach house in the late 70's, driving a Corvette ("that was the car we had at the time") from Vegas to Los Angeles or having him fly from LAX up to San Francisco just to have dinner with us on a $26 return flight.

This lad does not quite fill that position, but comes pretty close in radiating some of that California sunshine.