Tomorrow Pebble Beach. I love the beach across from Cypress Point. White, white sand. Blue sea and almost no one there. I'll walk the beach. Perhaps sunbathe a bit. Soak it in.
Then the tratorria at the end of the wharf.It is informal, and it tastes good.I know that your wife does not approve of the tourista wharf. Oysters in vino and butter and garlic and green onions with fresh bread for me. Yippee. It's neat and cool. I know that your wife and you would not approve. Have to pass through trinketsville. I don't mind. I like the passing crowd.
Best place/time in the world for a convertible drive. Air that is ambrosia. Soothing sun, not too hot.
Persh, the general psychology of the inveting masses is not good, though the economy is damn good. Drive on any interstate and count the big rigs. I think most of the problem lies in the fact that we are disappointed with the lack of leadership in our government, but scared as hell by the potential successors to the throne. Bush has to declare victory and get us the hell out of Iraq.