A few years ago, in the months when leaves fall from trees, Bill and I drove to Washington. We stayed in Seattle and then Port Angeles and then one day we drove south, and kind of west, from there. We got to Forks in time for a late lunch and we visited the Sasquatch store. […]
Tag: surfing
Mexico
Every morning a group of boys probably between the ages of nine and thirteen showed up at the beach on a fancy golf cart with off-road wheels. Four or five of them crammed themselves in and held on to the back and held on to their surfboards when they left for the day. I’m pretty […]
On balance
These are how my summer days are going: in a nearby park in partial shade I teach kids how to ride bikes. Two, maybe three groups per day. I put sunscreen on everywhere but especially in the folds of my ears, the inside elbows, the backs of my hands. The kids on bikes: they’re pushing […]
“I always wanted to live in California because I loved skateboarding.”
(Quote: Demetri Martin) There is an intersection in Venice, California where, once in every light rotation, all of the stop lights turn red and all of the walk signs turn white. For a moment, cyclists, skateboarders, and surfboard-toting pedestrians flood the intersection. Tourists run to the middle of the street for a picture. Cars are […]
Anne Foster 