Back in Benicia,

where it was often colder inside than out, the first morning came up clear

to be mostly spent car washing in Vallejo and although the return trip turned up

one of those pristine semi-vintage California trucks one hears so much about

the next morning was one of those California delta winter ones,

a major disappointment [aside from being chilled to the bones] being

that by the time it was time to drive downtown to see Dave the Barber the fog had lifted

to such an extent that I couldn’t in good conscience employ the ’45’s running lights but

on the other hand by lunch it was possible to warm up a little outside, way easier than within.

Nonetheless breezes up the straits kept things crispy through the week,

many nights bringing fog which

sometimes blew off

or not.

In which case we amused ourselves inside…

considering What might possibly make a Book

all the way into

another week, clarity of air everywhere and,

after Kaiser PT Monday and sighting a pristine ’48 Pontiac Streamliner [!] in Vallejo at Express Auto Upholstery* [not shown, dang], the same or similar continued…

Winter up the straits of Carquinez, eh. And while we’re at it, that Pontiac after all…

…even lower…though that sign behind the counter says “I have five children; No Discounts!”

*Yeah, I know, only a fool would decide to do custom upholstery in a 16 year old Toyota Tundra but after two years the nicotine stains and threadbare driver’s seat were bumming me out.

 

 

3 thoughts on “Back in Benicia,

  1. Fred Kolo

    So nice to see that California is still with us, for a while there it was looking pretty iffy. The green Pontiac is fabulous and he should get enough to put all of the kids through college.
    And EVERY 16 year old Toyota Tundra deserves custom upholstery.

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  2. Ann Miller

    I agree with Fred.

    A Book of drawings and paintings? Afghanistan documentary? A film with narrrration?

    🦀🦀🦀 Finally got some crabs this week! 😋

    Still zooming, runes class just started…

    🐾

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  3. Janet Whitchurch

    The opening image had some great geometry, capped by the fence’s top rail bisecting it at the water line. Then again the shimmery image of the pole holding up the shoreline. Again marveling at the visual richness of Benicia……

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