Scenes of volleyball and a big garden

We reached the end and turned right. The rain slashed across the highway, left to right, emanating from the gray oblivion beyond land’s end. We were looking for the friend who had run away from one thing and to another kind of thing, maybe just the idea of a thing. These were scary matters, heavy, yet slippery, too. We were floating perilously above the wet surface of the road from San Luis Obispo to Paso Robles. When you can’t see very far ahead, it’s best to grip the wheel with two hands, but not too tightly. A house in the 800 block of Bush Street. We arrived for dinner, stayed for the slide show, but declined the invitation to ride the bus to the farm in Santa Rosa.

About Ray Sharp

Poet, endurance athlete, retired public health planner
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