Stories

Dog Math

Two is always greater than one. Always. Basic mathematical principle universally understood. Apples. Kisses. Dollars. World Series baseball tickets. It doesn’t matter. Having two of something, anything, is always better than having just one. Yet I’ve been rethinking my math lately since we brought two new dogs home to Atascadero. Tanner and Charles Foster KanineContinue reading “Dog Math”

Singing the News

Stormi Martel’s voice thunders across the table. “Rick never came home for dinner. Not once! He always stayed at the station to work on the newscast and make it better. This is the thanks he gets.” The other three couples at the long center table at Cafe Monte Carlo in Pismo Beach murmur in agreement.Continue reading “Singing the News”

Poly Canyon

A few hundred inspired souls spent Sunday morning scrambling up the narrow paths to the top of Bishop Peak. I opted for a more solitary journey with Topper. Our destination: Poly Canyon. For people in the university community, Poly Canyon is old news, as much a Cal Poly fixture as Kennedy Library or Mustang Stadium.Continue reading “Poly Canyon”

Afternoon Delight

For Kathy… Winston Churchill managed to do it regularly, without shedding any blood, sweat, or tears. Napoleon and Stonewall Jackson never battled the urge. Brahms found the concept as comforting as a lullaby. And then there’s Ronald Reagan, who, as president, came to personify the very ideal. These famous men share a common passion withContinue reading “Afternoon Delight”

Someone to Watch Over Me

Bruce doesn’t smoke. Doesn’t drink. Doesn’t swear. Never has. Never will. He married his high school sweetheart. They’re still together. They’ll always be together. He was a high school track star. Made some great football plays, too. Corn is his idea of a vegetable.. Cheese only on his pizza, please. His musical tastes run MantovaniContinue reading “Someone to Watch Over Me”

The House of Yesterday

By Jack Smith Editor’s Note: Today’s guest essay was written by Morro Bay writer Jack Smith. Enjoy. Sometimes it seems like yesterday, and sometimes it seems a million years ago that my dad moved our family to Morro Bay after retiring from a twenty year Air Force career. I will always be grateful to myContinue reading “The House of Yesterday”

Rick and Bob

On the eve of my first day of high school, my father gave me some advice that altered my life. We were living in suburban Chicago and I was at that age where, when Dad spoke, I listened. “Join the debating team,” my dad suggested. “I tried to tell that to your brothers, but theyContinue reading “Rick and Bob”

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