Letters

Look what the AI can do…  There’s a curl of fog that crawls across the hill behind my house, misting in the dew and saturating the live oak trees across the hilltop as they drink thirsty from the sky. The marine layer from the Monterey...

There is nothing in this world quite like the feeling of riding a motorcycle. Unfortunately everything has a price and every once in a while we have to pay up.  While commuting to my bartending gig at Ninja Sushi, going east bound on First Street,...