Published in the Berkeley Daily Planet

Right on the front page of the Holiday Reader Submission issue. I was tickled all day.

Post Xmas at the Beach

Our Christmas tradition is to head over to a beach. This year, the Pineapple Express defeated us on Xmas day with such a serious drenching that C and I had to wait for the next clear day.

The gate on the road to Rodeo beach was chained up so a great number of cars started piling up. People were honking and no amount of huffy drivers came out of their cars to assess the situation. Some Russian dude decided to take matters into his own hands. In the movies he would have pulled out a pistol, but instead he starting sawing the chain with his puny leatherman. As soon as the police arrived, he casually stood up walked back to his car.


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Happy Birthday Big J

As I was groggily waking up on Saturday, I got a phone call from Big J demanding to know why we kept calling her without saying anything. C who was doing early morning carpentry at the Buddhist priory had his cell phone perfectly positioned so his pants dialed June. At least his pants and his left cheek remembered J's birthday.

Now that the crab strike has lifted, I had my first shellful of crab butter rubbed with rice and brandy.