Top of the Hill

Bishop Street probably has more “No Parking” signs than any other residential street in San Luis Obispo. Not just during certain restricted hours. No parking—period. That policy is not surprising given the impressive, security-conscious homes that line the south edge of the street. I suspect those signs are also there, in part, to discourage peopleContinue reading “Top of the Hill”

The First 30 Days

He and she are friends, college students drinking together in his dorm room. He drinks a beer. She drinks a beer. Then another. And one more. Alcohol usually becomes a factor. Fueled by the alcohol, he tries to kiss her. She says no. He says yes. But he doesn’t stop with just a kiss. SuddenlyContinue reading “The First 30 Days”

The Sounds of Silence

Somewhere beneath my feet, and the high grass, and the silt, was the spot. They had all come here before me. All had stood on this very spot. Somewhere in this immediate area. Bob Hope. Bing Crosby. Rudy Vallee. George Burns and Gracie Allen. The Babe. Harpo Marx. I wish I could tell you thatContinue reading “The Sounds of Silence”

In the Valley of Elijah

Jerry Lenthall is tall; Adam Hill is not, easily allowing one to cast the upcoming June election for District 3 county supervisor as a classic David and.Goliath struggle. Lenthall, the incumbent, did not taunt potential opponents daily like Goliath, but his large frame, law enforcement background, and well-financed war chest sent an imposing message toContinue reading “In the Valley of Elijah”

It Was a Very Good Year

I glanced at the calendar the other day and realized that 2007 marks 20 years since I first arrived in San Luis Obispo. Now I realize that for many of you old-timers, 20 years is nothing, a mere ripple, a minor footnote, but I’ve never lived anywhere for that amount of time and it gaveContinue reading “It Was a Very Good Year”

A Voice Out of the Past

If you remember listening to Russ James on local radio, chances are you’re older than me. Before Bill Benica, Captain Buffoon, Peterson (Pause) and the News, Danny Clarkson, or Mac the Scotch Hillbilly, there was the lanky Texas native with the velvet voice who was morning radio in this town for eleven years. Those were theContinue reading “A Voice Out of the Past”

One From the Heart

Ellie Edwards, a fortysomething massage therapist in Avila Beach, recently took an English class out at Cuesta to brush up on her creative writing skills. Little did she realize how one assignment would change her life.          For her final paper, Ellie decided to write about altruistic organ donation and her research took her to reading “One From the Heart”

The Little Store That Could

True story. I’m standing outside the Crushed Grape the other day, having just finished lunch. Two older women walk out of the neighboring Embassy Suites and approach me. They seem very nice. They’re from Chicago, they explain. In town for a wedding. The women have a question. Is it true that there’s an Applebee’s nearby?Continue reading “The Little Store That Could”

Let Me Be Clear

The suits have been shuffling in and out of Zaca Lane for the last few months; anonymous, earnest-looking faces roaming the halls at Clear Channel Radio, trying to decide the key question. Do they want to spend $20 million to buy four San Luis Obispo radio stations and another four stations in Santa Maria? InContinue reading “Let Me Be Clear”