Each in His Own Way

We visited Audy this weekend and she said that Tony was "cute." I told Mom this when I talked with her in the hospital. She thought it over and replied, "Drew is handsome and Tony is cute." I took this picture of them riding the "Muni" in San Francisco this weekend and all I can say is I'm very proud of them both.

The Mighty Pacific Ocean

Last Saturday we took Pete to Point Lobos where the surf was crashing on the rocks and running off in foamy riverlets. Every once in a while there was a deep boom as a huge breaker pounded the boulders. I took a dozen pictures and they were all impressive. But this one really knocked me out ... and I can't really say why. Of course, it isn't important to analyze and put such things into words. It will just be a mystery. Like art, like life, like the powerful and frightening ocean.

Steve's emails from India

It's amazing to get pictures and emails from all the way on the other side of the world. Here is his email from Sunday: "Made it to my place in Bangalore on time. I’m not tired at all because I did a lot of cat naps and I’m pumped to get out and take pics. My apt is really a 5 star hotel, washer, dryer, safe, kitchen. Driver almost hit a dog coming from airport. He drove really crazy and honked every time he approached a car or truck, good fun." Today he wrote: "I hope this goes through as email has been giving me headaches. I’ve had an eventful weekend at a few really colorful markets. One of them is unbelievably intense and crowded,but it’s the India I wanted to see. I went back a second time and found so much more as its huge. They’re hundreds of flower vendors so very colorful. I’ve been riding auto rickshaws all over town for about a $1 each ride. Traffic is real bad and air is pretty bad, Its hot but not humid. I’ll try t o send some pics after this goes through. How is Dix?"

Pete flew into San Francisco Wednesday night and stayed for four nights. We're house sitting for Steve while he is in India so Pete saw Steve for a night and a breakfast. After we dropped Steve at the airport we took Pete to see the Golden Gate Bridge (lost in the fog) Coit Tower (cold and windy) and Russian Hill (filled with intricate walkways winding to an amazing summit). On Friday, the clouds parted and we played golf on Steve's local course. Saturday Pete and I ran on the beach and then drove to Point Lobos to watch waves crashing on the rocks. Pete generously treated Vivian and me to a wonderful dinner in Carmel. It was great to see my brother and now the house seems too quiet.

I'm Becky and I'll be Your Server Today

I'm very sensitive to the service I get in a restaurant. Yesterday we ate in Balboa Park in San Diego and Becky was our waitress. She wanted to know how our day was going. She was very interesting in knowing where we were from. And when she poured coffee she shielded us from potential splashes with a napkin held behind the cup. When she saw my camera on the table she volunteered to take this picture. She really was a very nice person. But there was a point at which I wanted to say: "Enough already." The only thing I know about service is that too good is better than bad.

A Day in San Diego

Today Vivian and I drove to San Diego so I could do several interviews with "Consumer Bob," a reporter from NBC Channel 4, about the Toyota recalls. I avoided making any references to the wonderful movie "Anchorman," which took place in San Diego, and did make some excellent points. See how riveted the reporter is? Actually, he was a great guy and guided us to the Prado restaurant in San Diego's amazing Balboa Park. We ate outside and then strolled around among the trees, museums and people enjoying the park.