Despite months without any actual rain our jungle garden continues to thrive and we return to find little Benicia [Benissha to the cognoscenti, though I try not to be too cog-like] awash in summer colors, both on the streets and in workshops such as that of my friend RayL…

Shawn came by to deal with the ’45 bed, never to be seen again [he’s ver’ busy – it’ll happen…] leaving the truck somewhat naked awaiting further transformation. Meanwhile much deferred and/or unexpected Tundra maintenance is mostly dealt with while down First Street [what’s with all these Bel Airs?] another ’54 or ’53 Chev appears, and life along the water continues…

After a carwash, a couple of atypical trips to Berkeley, Highway 37 into the sunset the second Saturday and a last barbecue out back, the hills across the straits show a kiss of fog the morning of departure;

But we’ll have, yet to come, yet another dead Lumix on the desert.  Plus a whole lot of smoke…stay tuned.

M