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But take the book with you

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The other day I took an out-of-town friend to a couple of small Coastside retail nurseries. We visited Flora Farm in Half Moon Bay and got lost in the gardens. We were seeking escape from all the horrific things going on that we have no control over. Lunch at Sam’s Chowder House was good–Sam’s is the former location of Ida’s Seafood, a famous restaurant that moved from Princeton to the Highway 1 location—overlooking the sandy beach and harbor, with the landmark, Pillar Point, watching over everything. Sam’s has taken all the positives and turned it into a lovely venue.

Who can resist sitting outside on a gorgeous Coastside day?

Along the way, we saw a group of Vietnamese Buddhist nuns! They were serene, beatific. I see their gentle smiles in my mind.

We stopped in at Blue Sky Nursery; the place was buzzing, there wasn’t a table to be had in the small cafe. My artist-friend Carol, who was wearing a cook’s apron, is working there now.

My out-of-town friend loved the mini-tour, and I promised to show her more of my Coastside next time.

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About the old, faded green hippie bus: I saw it parked off Highway 1, on an empty lot in Miramar. There was netting around the bus. I said to myself: I’ve got a picture of that. Well, I never did, and yesterday, my pal, Leon, told me that the bus was just leaving town. He was disappointed that I hadn’t caught up with the folks who drove the bus away.

There was the highest unemployment EVER in US History (Burt tells me.) The stock market was at an all time low.

As grim as things were economically, there were always folks who could afford the glamorous flight to the South Seas aboard the famous Pan Am Clipper Ship, headquartered in San Francisco.

For info on the1938 illustration by Paul George Lawler (Swann Auction Galleries) please click here

I am so flattered. An Asian blogger visited Half Moon Bay and took photos of the El Granada Observer’s favorite places.

Come see!

Please click here

I met Ted yesterday at the post office—he was signing up voters for Ralph Nader. My plan was to post this while he was at the post office signing up voters, but life got in the way.

What does Depression Mean?

Even the word is hopelessly antiquated. Like from another century. Definitely “Pre-Laptop.” Ok?

“Depression.” All day long, on the financial networks, “they” call it that,  the Depression, the horrific (there is no exact word for it in the American language) third act of what may become the biggest financial crisis ever .

The 1929 Depression.

“Depression?”

To people of our generation , well, you know what we mean by “depression.” What is best known as the biggest horrific financial crisis, ’29, went from being called the “Depression” to a melancholy state of mind that we can remedy with a pill.

This is the 21st Century. Please provide a better name for the biggest financial crisis (ever?)

Possible suggestions include:

Holocaust? No.
Cataclysm? No
Catastrophe? No.

All tired.

Whomever comes up with the best name will win either June’s book  “Princeton By the Sea,”or Burt’s book, “Bagels, Barry Bonds and Rotten Politicans.”

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Rumor: World Central Bank Announcement coming Sunday night?

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My friend Lynn suggested

“we’re in a dimple.”

I told her “that’s too sweet.”

She said: “I’ll think of something meaner.How about ‘bloodletting’.”

I said “Bloodletting. I like that but I need an adjective in front of it.”

Lynn reminded me that John Stewart called the “Depression of ’08” a “cluster-you can imagine the next word yourself.”

So let’s have an auction.

I ask: What if the young people leave?  What if there is a “brain drain?”

Actually, the White House, originally the simply furnished home of pioneer James Johnston and his Spanish wife, Petra, still stands, now a bright historic landmark perched on a gentle rise south of Half Moon Bay. The uniqueness of the house stems from Johnston’s choice of architecture, very old New England.

Passengers, usually romantic ladies, sailing aboard vessels headed for San Francisco wrote of seeing  The White House as they passed our coastline.

To read the story (by Chuck Kozak) at Coastsider.com, please click here

To read the “El Granada Observer’s” story about Nancy, please click here

Nancy Maule was also a “star” in my 1981 documentary, The Mystery of Half Moon Bay. To view the show, please click here