The 5 for freedom, PCH for peace

There is no homesick lost as the want for a good steak and cheese.  It is January, California-mild, the way the smell of grease sits in the back of the throat hits me for no reason as a body sense, makes me think, damn, back there they must be cold. There are no delis here,…

Fall.

Empty skies, quiet beach.

Rode with no plan.

When I lived in Seattle on Larry’s floor I used to wait for him to get home from work so we could take a walk about.   We would gear up a backpack with a camera and our notebooks and head off on foot to stalk the city.  We didn’t spend money anywhere, what a…