Wednesday, August 28, 2019

Three muscular young men with bicycles stand outside of Paris Bakery this morning.  Two bikes carry surf boards and equipment on wheeled extensions.

The memorial flowers and pictures keep getting removed from the corner of Pacific and Madison street where a woman died last week.

I drive by Monterey’s Trader joes and decide not to go in.  The parking lot is already filled.

Nothing new in my reading this morning.  Finishing up books that I had already started.