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Clocking in on @RosewoodFOX today with my pals @JamesRoday and @CASABERMANO. Truth: McKinney spends most of this ep in a bathtub.

So we took a little detour to La Quinta. This formidable row of palms welcomes you to a beautiful spa and old school resort. Frank Kapra used to escape here and other glamorous people who wore full body bathing suits. We decided to go during a heat wave. We decided to go to the desert during a heat wave. Yeah, I repeated that. Because that's what I muttered to myself for two days and whoever else would listen as I wandered around seeking shade under whatever frond or roof shingle would lend it to me... Thinking about how it was entirely possible that someone could expire right there in a fully civilized resort spa where Frank Kapra flounced and shrivel up like some fluidless bug get crunchy and become dust all before dinner. I marveled at the Swedish family who played in the pool all day with their amazingly white Northern skin. Day two came, and they continued to own that pool with their floaty things and their smiles even though they all four now looked like they'd been severely beaten. We talked about how it was a dry heat which was better than our native East Coast humidity. But this heat was superior to all other heat I've known. This was oven heat. It was so hot it seemed to absorb all sound and movement til there was nothing left except the Swedes splashing and the Cicadas going nuts singing their summertime spiritual "holy shit it's hot. tourists gonna die."

I left my cell phone at home the other day and I had no idea where I was going without it. I didn't have the address. I didn't even know the name of the person I was going to see, much less how to get to his or her office. Frankly, I didn't know if I was going to see a man or a woman. I pulled to the curb. I was already late. I couldn't call anyone for help. I was paralyzed for a moment -- I thought about pay phones and the time i called my friend Claudio of Argentinian descent a d-bag in 1997 for having a cell phone and swore I'd never have any use for one. New York City had pay phones every block. Plus, I had a calling card with only 27 convenient numbers to enter and I could call anywhere in the world for like two and one half minutes -- "Oh thank God!" I shouted triumphantly breaking my own silence. I'd spotted my cell phone wedged in the car seat next to me. I sat there, happier now in a filthy way, holding it like Golem... This picture has nothing to do with that but it does make us question the significance of the large and newly painted red door which is definitely a symbol... of something profound.

I don't why I'm in Istanbul... I only remember that I was on my way to a BBQ in Santa Monica over the weekend when I was gripped with an urgent need to book plane tix for the whole family.

After some mild breaking and entering, my adventure revealed two truths to me. Firstly, this is in fact not Houdini's estate, but rather a place he and Bess lived whilst hanging and working in Hollywood. Still awesome. Secondly, I have real confusion about where fountains sit with me when their featured players are peeing and/or spitting in perpetuity. Awesome... but in a different way. #houdinianddoyle

In honor of our season finale co-mingling with the celebration of our great country's independence, I decided to take a little adventure today and ended up on the grounds of Houdini's beautiful estate! More to come... PS. Read between the flowers. This sign provides particularly sound advice for those who are part of the holiday traffic and sense they might be impeding my way to the beach. Happy 4th of July!! #houdinianddoyle #independenceday #moretocome

My neighbors porch in LA where over the years many bottles of wine have been defeated and most important things about the world decided. Which made me think... Over twenty years growing up in NYC I never knew my neighbors. Ever. Never said more than a few words to em. Actively avoided saying anything to them and rode the elevators with them in silence, maybe nodding to myself in regard to nothing at all til the doors opened and we all burst out with our patented New Yorker sense of purpose. And they were nice people. I mean, I think they were. I'm relatively to strongly sure they were... Anyway, today I'm proud to say that I am a reformed man and I love my neighbor. It feels good. It feels right. And biblically speaking, I am now officially in the clear. #lovethyneighbor #ido

Solstice Moon last night, the original name of Neil Young's famous album I believe, rising over Hollywood. But... no matter how pumped I get over a moon like this one- I mean, this was a once in fifty year event strawberry colored big fat solstice moon, man... that came lurching up over Hollywood in a dusky haze. And we all, there were seven of us having a dinner, ran out to gawk at it, shouting things at it and each other like "it's a strawberry moon" and "holy shit" and "double rainbow" (that guy was wasted)- but no matter how many times I try to capture even the biggest fattest moons on my phone they always end looking like a little round unimpressive dot in the distance that could be a sign for a gas station. Well, just trust me. It was like a giant floating strawberry okay? Please. Just believe. I swear... Ah fuck it.... Why am I so needy about moon pictures... Happy Solstice!!

Do you remember these little ashtrays on planes? I do. I used to play with them as a child and fish shit out of them to the horror of my parents. Little treasures. Little pieces of history. This was a time when seat 17A was non-smoking and 18A was the smoking section. That same no smoking sign barely relevant today would light, and then, we'd all go for a flight together for however many hours and breath that smokey air recycled with new smokey air and that was life. It didn't even seem that crazy until someone flagged it and we started to scratch our heads and then we grunted and stopped and looked up and saw that we needed to make a change. Saw that we were all second hand smokers to other people's habits, habits which had been cultured and nurtured by corporations who played on our naïveté, our upbringings, counted on our participation and bent all the rules to keep it just so. I say corps but usually we're talking about just a few men with a few minions ambitious enough and selfish enough to proceed even in the face of known evils. I say all this less to rail at greed and big corporations, although a little railing never hurt. But more to think about our role in making our future right. I hear Trump talk about "toughness" and "vigilance" in the wake of what happened in Orlando and those words seems so small and empty to me. Misguided and even dangerous in the way that ads for badass cowboys and sexy people made cigarettes appealing. It plays on everything that's wrong in us and ends up perpetuating a problem. We know something has to change but it can't be with what might make a sexier play, our old American cowboy image of ourselves: ever ready with two cocked guns in our holster, stomping out a cigarette before we stomp out bad guys. We all have an awareness of a need for change which is huge common ground to start on and gives me hope. But now, we have to acknowledge that we are all flying on the same plane. And there are all types on this flight. And there are children. And that our goal is to arrive safely and happily as one- no matter where our chair is or who we sit next to-to land together and then stand at baggage claim forever. #Orlando #us

A view from the kitchen. Where I was standing when I heard my neighbor yell inside to his family that Muhammed Ali had passed. I looked at my wife and we slowed and stopped and then did nothing for a second as the news settled in. I was never a big boxing fan but I had been captivated by Ali. His charm, his cockiness, his strength in the face of his detractors. His perseverance. He couldn't and wouldn't be contained by anyone else's perception of what was true and in doing so granted us all a freedom, allowing us to see beyond our own limitations. He was a true champion and his spirit will live on. That evening, I watched as my son struggled to sleep. He was jetlag and restless, he'd been on his face all day trying to crawl and had exhausted himself finally and just lay there like a fighter on the mat. Now, it was 3 AM and he was up. So we turned on the light and he started going for it again. He tried and failed, and tried and failed, and flopped down out of breath, beaten. I watched him, helplessly. I wanted to pick him up but I didn't. Instead, i told him it was okay, that he could rest and try again tomorrow. He looked up at me, silently, he can't talk yet, and frowned. And then, pushed his little arms underneath him again, and using his head to prop himself up got to his knees all wobbly, and, like a champ, crawled for the first time. And smiled and smile, the pure wattage of which could've powered most of the West Coast. And my wife and I did, in fact, nearly spontaneously combust in that moment cuz it was too f-ing awesome. And I thought, we all got it in us to do these amazing things. But, sometimes, we're lucky enough to have someone show us the way. Thanks, Champ.

Happy Memorial Day to all. A picture from a rehearsal of #HoudiniandDoyle in the old Palace Theater in Manchester, UK. The day we shot this was 100 yrs almost to the day that Houdini performed on that same stage.

As a born and bred New Yorker, never thought I'd be so happy to see the LA skyline! #homesweethome #jetlag

Past his bedtime but... fuggit. #mylittlerocknroll

The lobby of Tokyo Billboard Live before my girl @priscillaahn took the stage... and a wall of other badasses.

Look. I'm not bragging about the camera work... But I will say that I ate one of the most delicious meals of my life in one of those huts obscured through the giant bamboo. Bamboo which made me wanna throw caution and bust out some crazy crouching tigers. That's right, some skippy airy running moves that in my post meal euphoria coulda taken me right to the tops, to the leafy stuff the Pandas want. And I might have really done it had I not been distracted, lured further down the path by this sound... listen close... For there, in the river on the rocks to the left of my friend Kazu's head was a man, a random man not a paid attraction, free styling on a bamboo flute (I've decided it was bamboo) with his two doggies. This would be the first river my son ever touched and that happens to be his name: River. I've also decided to make this all significant. Thank you, Tokyo.

Why the sober look- besides that I really have to focus whilst taking a selfie lest I get rattled and miss my target completely? The spit up on the left arm, say you? No no, say I. The large boxy backpack housing all baby moment to moment needs that screams tourist dad and has been outlawed in Pamplona because it's just too f-ing red? No, not at all, friend. I'm happy to paint Tokyo red with my own personal bold stroke. Simply put... I have no socks. They, with all the thing I have remembered, have been forgotten in a sad pile on a shelf in LA. And I just feel bad, not for me, for them. Because they are missing out on a really fun trip here. #homealone

Our hotel room's got big bed little pillow disease! Fun, in that dine-at-opposite-heads-of-a-long-dark-table sort of way!

Hello Tokyo! Arrived, just me, the little nug, my gal @priscillaahn and 14,000 suitcases! #nugsfirstplane #callmesherpa

Getting ready to live tweet for tonight's episode of @houdinianddoyle 9pmET

Moments before his nude jail escape, Houdini realizes Doyle is still in the cell... Awkward. #houdinianddoyle

Houdini and his ma. Dedicated to his craft and his mum. Happy Mothers Day to all you mamas!!

Woke up thankful for this man. His amazing story. His work ethic, perseverance, resilience to life's hurdles and then some!! #personalhero #houdinianddoyle #houdini