I was drawn to the window of the bookstore on Main Street when I saw the copy of “Combing the Coast” by author Ruth Jackson. Ruth used to live in one of the only homes at Tunitas Creek, a home set off by itself overlooking the ocean–I like to joke that Tunitas Creek is the heart of eccentric sculpturess Sybil Easterday-land.
I met Ruth Jackson briefly (an older lady I remember as being bundled up) when she attended the premiere of “The Mystery of Half Moon Bay’ at Pete Douglas’s Bach Society in Miramar.