It’s almost sitting on this little slithery venomous badass (otherwise known as a juvenile southern pacific rattlesnake -- the most unpredictable and temperamental of our local rattlesnakes) while taking a break during a 12-mile hike.

It’s where the hill I live on was once home to the Acjachemen people, then Spanish rancheros, then Basque sheepherders, then the Moulton Company, and now me.

It’s the good better best triumvirate of Pedro’s Tacos, Baja Fish Tacos and La Sirena.

It’s where an entire island can be owned by a chewing gum family.

It’s where people try to get away with wearing visors off of the tennis court. (for BNK)

It's the beat-up, beautifully unbalanced trocas.