(re-run) Alan was a sophomore when he got asked to junior prom by an older girl. He rented a tux from his date’s father, Mr. Cohen, at the local men’s shop in Monterey. Alan’s dad had to play chauffeur in his 1962 Chevy Bel Air, since Alan didn’t have his driver’s license yet. When they… Continue reading Prom with an Older Woman
Driving down to Monterey with my CD player going the whole way, I listened to the oldies but goodies — the Beatles, James Taylor, and Kenny G. Back in the olden days, before the internet, ipods, and all that, we would put on a record and listen to the whole thing — the number one… Continue reading What is Love on the Drive to Monterey?
(re-run) This is not a Halloween story. No words written in blood on the hallway walls, no moaning spirits or flickering lights, or candles blowing themselves out. Just a feeling of not being alone. Ghosts, if you will, leftover energy from those who came before us. As a child I was called the sensitive one.… Continue reading A Chance of a Ghost
The week after Christmas is a dead time for scheduled activities. Chorus rehearsals are cancelled. The city building where I exercise three times a week is closed. There’s a lot of extra time during the day. So . . . . . . for the first time in two and a half years, I went… Continue reading The Power of Vacation
Aaron and Katie decided to go spear fishing. He had just bought her a wet suit, and he was looking forward to introducing her to hunting in the ocean. The pair had been to Fort Bragg, where they dived for abalone. This time, Aaron took Katie to Monterey Bay, and they went through the gates… Continue reading Spear Fishing, Anyone?
Day 1 in Monterey was sunny and gorgeous, the ocean a deep turquoise. Day 2 the ocean was silver gray with clouds overhead. Day 1 felt warm; Day 2 felt cold, although the temperature might have only changed five degrees, 61 and 56. Day 1 I got here about 1:00, unloaded the car, picked up… Continue reading Two Days in Contrast
You think you know someone. You’ve sat across from your brother in law at countless holiday meals. You raised your kids together, although far enough away that you only saw them four or five times a year. You know George loves Monterey, but you didn’t know the whole story. You knew he’d been in the… Continue reading Don’t Get a Sun Burn