I was walking Wilbur around 7:30 in the morning and approached a lot where a rugged looking man around 40 on a growling backhoe loader was carving out dirt for future construction of a house, when another rugged looking man around 40 pulled up in a huge pickup truck and got out and shook hands with the man who had gotten off his machine, and said, “How you doing during this coronavirus bullshit? What a joke, huh? Goddam stupid masks.” Read More …
Who at this point wants to talk about the coronavirus and the politics and the rest of the goop surrounding our current predicament in America, which is miserable enough without baseball or the NBA playoffs, and the normal nonsense and small town intrigue usually taking place here in Cayucos? Read More …
As a long time resident of Cayucos, it was suggested by a cynical friend of mine that I join Nextdoor so as to get to know and ‘connect’ and ‘share’ with local citizens who might give me tips on what to buy from downtown shopkeepers, who to hire as babysitters (I have no kids), what to order at certain restaurants, and to help plan local events, like, possibly, a once goofy, funky, fun and hilarious 4th of July parade that has deteriorated over the years into a goody-goody corporate procession of jingoistic nonsense for vacuous flag-waving slugs from the Central Valley. Read More …
I’d been searching for a perch, a roost, a place to sit and watch activity on the beach and its environs ever since the parking lots in town closed down, and I finally found one at the north end of Studio Drive overlooking the beach from above a steep incline of ice plants. Read More …
Editor’s Note: The following series, “Life in Radically Gentrifying Cayucos by the Sea,” to be posted biweekly includes the notes, thoughts, and opinions of an original American voice: author Dell Read More …
I live in a small cottage yet have two brooms, both of which are in poor shape and rest in opposite corners of the front room and tiny office. The bigger, less beaten up broom sits up front and was donated to me by my female companion over at least a decade ago after she observed the smaller one, which is worn down at the bottom into frayed fringes and twists to the left from years of hard sweeping in one direction. Read More …
It’s like waiting for the hammer to fall as the virus creeps closer and closer to San Luis Obispo County and tiny Cayucos from the big crowded cities. A patient recently died. There’s a daily count of mounting cases in newspapers and online. A friend told me a few days ago that he knows of at least three cases in Cayucos, all of whom recovered. Read More …
I was just about ready to walk my dog in the morning when my next door neighbor popped out and asked how I was fairing against the cornonavirus. Read More …
8:45 in the morning and the beach is deserted, the sky somber and gray. A lone figure stands on the balcony of a second story room at the Shoreline Motel and looks out at an ocean, calm and smooth as a bowl of jello. Read More …
This will be part of a series of updates focusing on the prevention and treatment of this novel coronavirus. Please start with Part I (found here). Be clear, the goal of education is empowerment, to end any role ignorance and misinformation plays in the realm of public decision-making. Read More …