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Dear Readers,

Sorry this column is a week late, but it’s my birthday month and I don’t have to do nothin’ that I don’t wanna’ and dat’s da’ truth . . . b-l-l-l! (In case you’re under 50, that’s Lily Tomlin from “Laugh-in” - a very old and very funny show, wherein, she dresses like a toddler and sits in a gargantuan rocking chair, therefore, making her look small).

I’ve been gorging on the purple ice plant carpet along Ocean View Boulevard in Pacific Grove again and must continue to write about it. It’s a microcosm of life, with multi-national tourists gaping, gawking and rolling in the floral carpet, taking their pictures in it and getting down on all fours to smell its sweet musk.

Here is a scene from yesterday: a young man jogs by, hearing-aid style phone in his ear, and I overhear, “Stocks going down . . .” Can you imagine checking your portfolio while in the presence of Nirvana? Sailboats skimming the gleaming water, their spinnakers billowing, gigantic cumulous clouds riding high in the spring sunshine and otters bobbing about the kelp . . .

Then a low-rider filled with teens passes, honks, and yells at me, “slut!” “Manwhore!” Are they having fun yet?

I pass a Vietnamese gentleman who is grinning and looking around hoping someone will see the large yellow-finned fish on his line.

“Oh, good for you,” I shout, knowing that he needs validation. “What kind is it? It’s sure a big one.”

He answers ling cod and I squirm as I watch him tear the hook from the fish’s mouth.

“Oh, well, at least he’ll eat it,” I muse. But when he tosses it into the plastic bucket the water instantly turns read and I instantly turn green . . .

Oh, I have seen it all on this trail. Once, a man brought out his two boa constrictors to laze on the ice plant and, loathing things that slither on their bellies, I forced myself to pet it.

“Just get over it,” was my creed. I was taken aback when I felt the firm muscular body (the reptile’s not the man’s) - not cold and slimy as I had imagined.

Anyway, I stop and take photos of everything from a toddler dressed in a birthday frock - dying her white dress purple as she rolls in the plant - to a biker couple with tattoos up the wazoo . . . And I feel sated, and oh so blessed to live in this paradise by the bay.



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