Category: the PG

  • free listening

    I was sitting at my desk working on something meaningless (while thinking about things that have meaning) when I heard waves pounding the shore. The big, crashing, loud kind that usually precede a storm, though one’s not coming. Not a literal one, anyway. The waves were so loud, I was compelled to take a walk […]

  • the view from here

      Morning breaks on Christmas Eve. December 24. Just like last year. James and the dogs are still sleeping. The only sounds are the clicking of my keyboard, our whirring refrigerator and seabirds passing overhead. I might also be slurping my coffee a little since no one’s within earshot. Our weather, cold and rainy, reminds me of […]

  • Treffen #17

    Treffen is an annual caravan of vintage VWs that journeys down Highway 1 from the Canadian border to the Mexican border. This is their 17th trip, but it was the first time they had a “Show & Shine” in Pacific Grove. There were dozens of beautiful Buses, Bugs and (my beloved) Karmann Ghias. They’re continuing southward today, […]

  • look, up in the sky

    I was about to hop on a conference call yesterday afternoon (yay) when I heard a plane circling nearby. I assumed another tourist fell off the edge of Pacific Grove and the Coast Guard was looking for them. Still, I went outside to look up–and saw this message to Ada. The sweetness of the message coupled with the […]

  • festival festivities

    Pacific Grove is having its annual spring celebration this weekend: multiple bands, local dance troupes, kids doing karate, dogs dressed in costumes, funnel cakes, crafts for sale, adults corralled in a beer garden (PG was dry until the mid-60s and evidently still frowns on people walking around with beers in their hands) and rides for the kids. […]

  • recent goings on

  • one year ago today

    We rolled into Pacific Grove around 3:30PM. We didn’t have a place to live, and our worldly possessions were on a trailer somewhere between here and Texas. But we had each other and our dogs and it was good. And it’s been good. An experience, as it was intended to be. After going home in […]

  • turning the camera around

    As of yesterday, we’re a month away from the one-year anniversary of our arrival in Pacific Grove. Since I haven’t really shown much of the town we live in beyond the bit that lies along the coast, I’m going to share some snaps I’ve taken recently. Pardon the image quality–most of these shots were taken from […]

  • too early to start drankin’

    So I guess I’ll do an end of the year post instead. Here’s some random shit I noticed this year. When you see your people after a long time apart, it almost makes your heart explode for the first couple of moments, then it’s like no time has passed and you settle into a delightful groove. When it’s […]

  • Jackson’s Index

    Number of hours spent in the minivan we rented to drive home for Christmas : 70 Miles driven : 4,309 Least paid for regular unleaded gas : $1.99/gallon (in Texas) Most paid : $2.99/gallon (in California, near the airport) Weather conditions driven through : snow, fog, rain Most fun, yet undocumented, coincidence : passing mile 420 on […]

  • the road

    You’re driving out of California and trailing a storm, the road still wet from the rain that passed ahead of you. The backroads you take to get from your small town to the big interstate are covered in mud, having recently been under water.

  • El Carmelo Cemetery

    There are lots of ghost stories about the Monterey Peninsula, which is made up of Monterey, Pacific Grove, Pebble Beach and Carmel-by-the-Sea. Whether it’s the eerie feeling that comes in with the dense nighttime fog, the oddly shaped Monterey cypress trees that reach out to you from the sea or the many old shipwrecks at the bottom of Monterey Bay, […]