Cayucos crusaders strip ornaments from fir tree

The holier-than-thou crusaders of Cayucos, who recently saw fit to tear off the empty beer cans decorating the little nondescript fir tree in front of the south lot, must understand that so-called ne’er-do-wells are sensitive people. I know this because, as a person long suspected of being a ne’er-do-well, and at times admittedly existing as a full-fledged ne’er do well, I become slightly incensed when being accused of being a ne’er-do-well. Read More …

Remembering Cayucos’ greatest smoker

Smoker Jim Ruddell is no longer with us, but his smokehouse just off the seawall and the south lot is, a testimony to his creativity and passion to produce something unique and authentic and, lastly irresistible to the public. Jim’s big old van advertising his business is now driven by his wife Cathy, who has run the business since Jim’s death from cancer, a time during which Jim kept smiling and laughing and never complained. Read More …

Cayucos self appointed dog poop police

I was walking Wilbur down the uneven, puddle-ridden dirt alley behind the Cayucos Tavern, antique emporiums, and real estate offices on the main drag, a kind of no-mans-land, when this officious looking guy around 30 popped out from behind a wooden fence like a jack-in-the-box to ask me in a truculent manner if I was picking up the poop when my dog shit in the alley. I was somewhat flummoxed by the immediacy and stridency of his demand, and at first could not find the usual words of protest at such an accosting. Read More …