Friends who live there tell me that Mexican-American gangs are killing each other in the sunny city of Salinas, the home of Nobel laureate John Steinbeck. Ironic? You betcha. Tragic? Yep. We spent the afternoon there yesterday waiting for a train. Seems it depends on how long you lived there which side you're on in these particular wars. We need something to fight about, right? (At least 30 deaths so far this year?)
Reading Steinbeck's Log from the Sea of Cortez. Having just sailed those waters in a boat of about the same size, it's a good read. Steinbeck's message? We're all one unit, all of us, from the critters of the tidal pools to the Mexican gang members. Or, as the poet said it, that bell you hear tolling is tolling for you.
Had never been through the Big Sur area of CA. I took at least a grand of photos and I'll be putting them on this blog over the next few weeks. I can't do it now because of a technical brain space between my ears. For some reason, continue to be unable to download on this computer. Mine is at home. Big Sur is a very fine place in this world as many people with incomes over $1,000,000 per annum who own homes there will attest.
Eli and Bailey are here to take us out to dinner. Greek food tonight.
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