Tag Archives: Monterey

Curiousity and Learning

I’m a lifetime learner, but apparently I need some remedial education on curiousity. For instance, I never should have tried the sausage burrito sold out of a shack next to my office building. They have homemade salsa, which creates a … Continue reading

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My Own Private Wormhole

You can’t get there from here. It’s an old joke, but all too true for me. I’ve visited Jack’s Peak Park at least 6 times, but never by the same route, despite the fact that there’s only 1 road to … Continue reading

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Contempt of Convertible

65 and sunny. My car was made for days like this. I drop the top every chance I get, but am amazed by the number of convertibles I see with the lid on. Maybe they spent a lot of time … Continue reading

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No Grits, No Andouille, No Problem

TGFA (Thank God For Amazon). You can buy just about everything online. I’m ambivalent about it, though. I think Amazon is a great example of not only what is great about America (innovation, individualization, free market) but also what concerns … Continue reading

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First Call

It’s like “last call,” but earlier. Or later if you’re out ’till 2 am (not that there’s anything wrong with that.) First Call sounds every morning at 7:55 and that means there’s 5 minutes until the national anthem begins to … Continue reading

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21st Day in Monterey

3 weeks it’s been since Lyle and I drove up, up, up the hill to my rental in Monterey. I can get to and from the office, Big Sur, and Safeway without any help from Sacagawea, which is what Lyle … Continue reading

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King Mountain

King Mountain. That’s what Monte Rey means in Spanish. What moving to Monterey means is that even though I’ve moved from one end of the El Camino Real to another, I’m still on the same damn road. While the weather and … Continue reading

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