. Cannery Row is shop-crazy. I skip the trinketry, chocolatery, and gadgetry, and then hop past the batikry, crotchetry, and towelry. A far...

. Living in Poland was hell. But come Christmas, heavens broke loose. Everybody sang, drank, vowing to right wrongs, forget old hurts, wishi...

. California lies lifeless and naked, shivering in heat. No rain has fallen in years. News crews grill elders who can't think of such th...

. Breezes pick up beach sand, palm fronds, and food-wrappings, smashing them against the walls, poles and billboards. Drivers roll up window...

. In the Salinas Valley rivers go upside down, seasons come backwards, and folks first grow old and then turn young. . Fools rush in. . But ...

. In Monterey , or "Moan Trail," as jokers quip, seals moan in the Fisherman's Wharf. Living close, I hear it through the wall...