Morning waterfront walk. Ocean surface is calm, rafts of sea lions float in the harbor, wifts of sea lion smells curl over the wharf.

Fog sits on the bay with a finger of fog reaching into Seaside.

Two men sit in a door way on Alvarado street. They ask for a dollar for coffee and I say no. The" No" comes quickly, I don't give money to street men. Who do I give money to? That is the question.