Without Lifting A Finger

Parked at Joe's because of the flat rate: $6. Old time garage where you keep your lights on and honk every few seconds, so you don't run into anyone coming from the opposite direction. Felt like the least little shaker would've put my car under a ton of bricks. The whole area was a wonderful admix of old and new. Lots of youngsters/hipsters/what-have-sters with a sprinkling of homeless. I had coffee at Philz (smaller and funkier than my Philz), walked around for an hour, stumbled on a hidden park amid the jungle of highrises and concrete, met a couple of friends at IHOP for a "real" breakfast. *

Long drive up the 405. Even worse coming back. But we decided to meet beyond Point Dume and do a little hiking. Beautiful day. You felt like you'd left civilization behind (according to T-Mobile, I was off the map!).  A celebration. Old friends. Can't do any better than that. Only problems: being old and a couple gonzo mountain bikers. Afterwards & afterwords: some reasonably priced seafood at Neptune's Net. *                            

              

Sculpture (Peter Péri) , a photo by Britain Quaker Meeting Houses on Flickr. This sculpture--depicting a Friends/Quaker meeting--is located in Woodbrooke Study Centre, Birmingham. I once observed (glimpsed) a Quaker meeting in Indiana. Early in the morning, in a small building surrounded by autumn woods. I'll never forget what I saw. What I think I saw.