Somewhere towards the end of the last century, I was somewhere between my second and third decade. This was back in the day when, if my friends and I wanted to take a vacation, we just quit our jobs. There were no mortgages, children, pets or twitter to weigh us down, and one of us always seemed to have a working credit card.
During these years, my friend Amy and I would drive the 10 freeway east from Los Angeles heading to 29 Palms and Joshua Tree. There would usually be two stops along the way. First stop: Claremont, where we would check in at our friend Nick’s Cafe Trevi. After a little infusion, we’d get back on the road until we came to the super-sized metropolis of Cabazon—population 2,000 or so humans and 2 whopping dinosaurs.
Over the years, and many stops to pay homage to Dinny and Rex—Amy and I decided that if we ever had our own businesses (to note: we had probably just quit another job to take the trip we were on), we would name these businesses in honor of Cabazon.
Though the mythical Cabazon Films never came to pass, both Cabazon Design (my design studio) and Cabazon Books (the publishing entity for eat.shop) are actual functioning entities. Miraculous.