by beachraven | Feb 29, 2020
Mission Bell, Monterey, California I had a girlfriend, Ann, who owned a horse sixteen hands tall. She named it, Freedom, and always road it bareback or with a bareback pad. One day I climbed up on that big ruby horse, gave it kick in the flank and galloped off. After...
by beachraven | Feb 21, 2020
The Fourth Floor, Monterey, California They’ve been painting the trim on our office building. What does it feel like to be four stories up standing on a suspended platform, hanging from ropes? I’m sure I’d look around––Wow, I can see the marina––if I...
by beachraven | Feb 15, 2020
Window Shopping, Monterey, California I had an attorney named Allan Stamm. He was over 70 years old when I hired him to put together a shareholder agreement for a partnership. As the push and pull over the agreement got more complicated, I became frustrated. One day...
by beachraven | Feb 8, 2020
Somewhere, California I’ve been thinking about the word integrity. Merriam-Webster defines it as: firm adherence to a code of especially moral or artistic values: INCORRUPTIBILITY. Yeah, they printed incorruptibly in capital letters offset with a colon. Moral is...
by beachraven | Feb 1, 2020
Anywhere, California I walked into a public restroom and found beautiful white and violet flowers sitting next to the sink sticking out of a soda bottle. The unexpected contrast made them even more beautiful. It looked spontaneous. Someone placed them there, not just...
