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© Robert Sommers 2019

Wednesday, February 13, 2019

Jingle Of A Dog's Collar

Get jiggy with it

I'm out the door for a couple days, might as well put my two cents in.

I was reading the always excellent Mark Zeigler's article on the SDSU basketball game against Colorado State last night and something piqued my interest. Besides a rare road win. It was 90's throwback night in Fort Collins.
"It was ’90s theme night at Colorado State’s Moby Arena, with cheerleaders waving neon pom-pons (sic), with 20-year-old school logos on the video board, with “Getting’ Jiggy Wit It” blaring from the speakers."
And I had to think to myself, the 90's and "ought" decades are really a big blur to me, did anything really remarkable occur that would allow one to differentiate between, let's say, 1985 and 2005? Any cultural milestones in the mostly vapid trough? Let me know.

Of course, I slept through Friends and Seinfeld, television was off for a decade or two. Grunge, Backstreet Boys, Spice Girls. What did I miss? Neon pom-poms? Getting jiggy with it, is that all you got?

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I was driving on Mission this morning and once again wished I had my camera in hand. A truck took out a large section of plastic faux fencing between Willow Glen and Hamilton. The way the fake fence was cracked was so non wood like, so synthetic and strange, a perfect metaphor for whatever global malaise we are now experiencing. Time to get rid of anything remotely Flintstones and head straight to the Jetsons. Let plastic be plastic for dawg's sake.

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I think that I miss off just as many people when I am not writing about politics as when I am. If not more. I might as well go back to letting it rip.

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I am not sure if the universe is conspiring to kill me, keep me alive or just doesn't give a shit. More later.

Tuesday, February 12, 2019

Above the clouds and sea, Del Mar


John Mayall - Sitting In The Rain



with Peter Green, John McVie and Aynsley Dunbar.

Ducks in a row


John Denver

Where have all the insects gone?


A new study in the peer reviewed Biological Conservation journal says that 40% of the world's insect population is in danger of extinction in the next few decades. The terran ecosystem, and human life, can not live without bugs, folks.
"The repercussions this will have for the planet's ecosystems are catastrophic to say the least, as insects are at the structural and functional base of many of the world's ecosystems," reads an excerpt from the study conducted by researchers at the University of Sydney, the University of Queensland and the China Academy of Agricultural Sciences.
By the time humans figure it out, it will of course be too late. All part of god's great plan, I suppose.

David Hawkshurst/Wilson Center

The new Secretary of the Interior is serving his masters and former masters well. Goodbye Delta smelt. David Bernhardt is rolling back protections for the fish. What they don't get, or maybe just don't give a shit about, is that it is not just one small fish.
For the California farmers on whose behalf he once lobbied, Mr. Bernhardt’s actions to weaken environmental protections would free up river water, an asset of incalculable value as climate change propels California toward a hotter, drier future. Rerouting river water would also devastate the regional ecosystem of the San Francisco Bay Delta, scientists say, imperiling dozens of other fish up the food chain and affecting water birds, orcas and commercial fisheries and encouraging toxic algal blooms.
It is a bellwether species and its demise tells us that the Sacramento Delta will continue to suffer from toxic algal blooms that threaten many other species including chinook salmon.
Biologists say the protections have many benefits. “This is not just about two boutique species of fish,” said Jonathan Rosenfield, lead scientist at The Bay Institute, a nonprofit research organization in San Francisco, citing the increased risk of algal blooms in the San Francisco Bay Delta. “Those algal blooms create the kind of toxin where, when dogs jump into the water to go swimming, they don’t jump out,” he said.
Call me naive, but I will take the advice of environmental scientists over sleazebag lawyers, corporate farming interests and unethical lobbyists any day of the week.

chinook salmon

Windf*cker


I was doing a little research on kestrels today and found out that in some areas of the world the small falcon is known as a windfucker. Don't believe me, look it up. From the Bohuslän Swedish fokka (“to fuck; to thrust, to push.” Before it became part of the carnal vernacular, fuck meant to beat or to strike.

Our American kestrel, Falco sparverius, might in fact not even be a true kestrel. Might be closer to hobbies and its similarity to old world kestrels a product of convergent evolution. Which begs the question; what is a hobbie? Well, they don't grow around these parts.

Windfucker, I like it. I dub thee Sir...well, never mind.

Sunday, February 10, 2019

Proof of San Diego's Epic Run of Swell | Amp Sessions, January 2019 | S...

Steve Goodman

Antelope Canyon


Grapefruit.

Great dinner at Pamplemousse last night. If you guessed the venison, quail and duck mixed grille I guess that I owe you a dollar.

And besides the great food and delightful company, the restaurant offers something else, the greatest urinal known to man.

You think the Madonna Inn bathroom is cool, this pisser takes it into another dimension.

Pamplemousse is the brainchild of chef and owner Jeffrey Strauss. Jeff, like me, is a big guy with a similarly twisted sense of humor. I think that it is the best restaurant in San Diego, unfortunately I can't afford to eat there except for restaurant week. But last night was special, we were treated by some lovely friends, for a lovely birthday.

First time I stood at the urinal, a video of the owner, strategically placed above the stall, angrily warned me not to piss on his floor. I couldn't stop laughing. Probably pissed all over myself.

I sent our host in to check it out last night and he came back, said he saw nothing.. Hmmm, maybe it was expunged by the p.c. police? I decided to check for myself. I walked past the many patrons having dinner at the bar. Past all the cool paintings. I took my position and unzipped my fly and while taking care of business a video of a large black male appeared right above me on the video screen. He looked down at my humble unit and laughed, "Really, that's it? That is what you got? Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha." I wanted to tell the uninvited simulacrum that it was indeed cold out and about the concept of shrinkage but quickly broke off our one sided conversation.

I went back to my seat and quizzed our charming French waiter about the situation. He said that there were indeed twelve different videos and that he himself had to go to a shrink after being humiliated by our video guest over his own inherent shortcomings.

Hope I get a chance to see the rest of the vids some day.

Spike Jones - Dance of the Hours

Perpetually aggrieved

Angelfood @ Robert Crumb
Political correctness is running amok. As a proud reader of the late Zap, Mother's Oats and Insect Fear comics, I shudder to thing what these priggish moralizers would have done to the great underground comics of my youth.

We don't live in the sixties and seventies anymore? Well, that is too bad, people were not nearly as uptight.

The thought police of the left are every bit as obnoxious as the thought police of the right.

Are we going to legislate satire now, are we so thin skinned that we can no longer laugh at ourselves, for the fear of offending some unknown aggrieved party?  And there are a lot of folks around who obviously feel that it is their duty to feel persecuted on someone else's behalf.

Like the folks in that college in Canada who stopped doing yoga for fear of culturally appropriating the poor hindu. Now Mary Poppins is also being called racist because the chimney sweeps have sooted faces. Very ridiculous. We have become very touchy, we humans.

A large percentage, 59%, of black Virginians, have signaled that they want Governor Ralph Northam to stay in office. They obviously feel that they will get a better shake from him than from the alternative. But we know better than they do. Burning somebody at the stake for a college prank. Ridiculous. And yes, if you wear a big nosed groucho mask and a tallis around I will feel the very same way.

Eat more bran, you sound quite constipated.

Palm Springs Modernism

The Blue Heron Gallery will be exhibiting in the desert this weekend. Come see me!

Saturday, February 9, 2019

Abba Zaba - Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band

Steve Stevens


Chuck Stout says play some Steve Stevens, I play Steve Stevens.

Call me Ophelia



A little of this, a little of that. 

Bees count. And they subtract too.
Ten things you never knew about the Flying Burrito Brothers Gilded Palace of Sin.
Wonderful and very honest Ralph Williams car commercial.
Gender confused cardinal.
Bonsall High School - underperforming? Saw it listed but now can't put my finger on the article.

A good, anonymous soul bought my oatmeal at my breakfast group this morning. Thank you kind stranger, whoever you are!

Honored to be partaking in a birthday meal of one for my favorite people at my favorite North County restaurant, Pamplemousse, tonight. First person who guesses in advance what I am ordering gets a dollar or a vat of beluga, my choice.

I never thought of myself as a real funny guy until I met Morty in New Mexico and people anointed us the next Martin and Lewis. I was supposed to be the funny one, I suppose. Morty was a joke writer, of course, in a former life. Now I think up incessant numbers of gags and one liners and bore him to death all the time on the phone.

So I am sitting in front of Walmart in Temecula the other day and I looked over at Steinmart.

"Hey Morty, I just went into Steinmart and couldn't even buy a Stein." Oh ya? "I did get too Kleins and a Goldberg." buh duh pa. Rimshot.

It wasn't very funny then either.

Morty says that frankly, I am all drama these days. That if Shakespeare was alive, every play would be about me. Which is actually a little too funny and way too true. Bastard. Very stressed out about a lot of things the$e days.

I got up at one in the morning with the pickled pecker rhyme circumambulating in my head. Knew that if I didn't write it down that I would lose it by morning. Half hour later I got back in bed. Wife asked what I was up too? No way could I tell her the truth at two in the morning, that I was working on my material - so I told her I had to pee.

Ophelia - Friedrich Heyser

I missed my second ablation appointment last week and it sucks because I physically feel like shit. First miss was my fault, second was on them. I called at eight thirty in the morning and asked if the meet up was in Temecula or Murrieta and the girl that answered said, "Oh no, Mr. Sommers, your meeting is at La Jolla, at one o'clock."

I drove down in the rain. About an hour and a half each way in the bad weather. When I got to Scripps Memorial I was informed that the appointment was indeed in Temecula. No apology.

So now I have to wait another month while the potassium channel blocker renders me useless.

Besides the mixup, which happens, I was a bit taken aback by the language of the girl at the desk, her full bird tattoo peaking out like a radioactive buzzard from her store bought bosom."We don't got no records here," she intoned or something to that effect. Why would any serious professional put Eliza Doolittle at the front desk? Had me wondering about the doctor, frankly. But hey, it must be working.

Full sail*


* unfortunately with monofilament attached.

Pecker publishes Bezos pecker, puts him in a real pickle. How many other private pecker pictures has this Pecker pecker picked?


Friday, February 8, 2019

No mercy in this land

Take a shot.

I have a show in Palm Springs next week, Palm Springs Modernism, and things are about to get busy. I wasn't feeling really well yesterday and decided to take the afternoon off.

It was either go home and read the latest Wild Cards book, the mosaic novel of George R.R. Martin and Melinda Snodgrass that I found at the library or shoot some birds with my camera.

I opted for the latter. Drove up to a new birding place in Perris off Case Rd. that was supposed to be great. It wasn't. Afterwards I drove a short way up the freeway to my familiar haunts at the reserve.

It was beautiful out, with snowcapped San Gorgonio looking gorgeous in the distance. Road was muddy in spots. I had the place pretty much to myself, which I like.


But the day didn't really fire photographically for me. Odd. Not sure if it was technical, luck or sheer incompetence but I was always a second slow and botched more shots than I can remember. Didn't see a lot either, besides well, coots.

white crowned sparrows

Maybe my worst day there ever. Saw the kite but couldn't pull the trigger, saw no eagles or falcons. Blah. I have written before about intermittent responses being the most powerful, according to behavioral psychologists.  If you win every time, you quickly get bored and things stop being fun. Wasn't my turn. Obviously.


And maybe my standards have changed somewhat, having nailed a fair amount of decent shots over the years. Maybe it is tougher now to get something halfway acceptable? Here is an underbelly shot of a harrier that is pretty cool, seeing as she was very much in shadow:

I did manage to get a very long and muddy walk in with my heavy gear. Wondered how long it would take to find me if I had a cardiac event out there, if they could i.d. the remains before the buzzards and lions made mince meat of the corpus delicti.

You win some and you lose some, I guess. My day to fail.


And have a marvelous time doing so, I might add. Did see a cute little Audubon warbler.



Your mother's bad luck child.



Muddy Waters first record.

Sodden House of Saud

Abdulrahman Sameer Noorah was charged in the 2016 fatal hit-and-run death of a fifteen year old Portland girl. Two weeks before his manslaughter trial, he disappeared, obviously with the help of the Saudi government.

There are currently five more similar episodes of disappearing Saudis who have committed crimes in Oregon alone. Serious crimes, like rape and assault. In four of those cases, the Saudi government put up the bail money. And it is not just Oregon, similar escapes and flights from justice have occurred in at least eight other states.

And our government, from the Justice Department to the FBI, State Department and Department of Homeland Security, won't say a word about it.

Because our President is so beholden to the House of Saud, financially and otherwise. He won't utter a peep about the Kyashoggi murder, even after clear evidence and a United nations finding that the assassination was planned and executed by the Saudi government and the appearance of a tape intercept by U.S. intelligence of Mohammed bin Salman saying that he would put a bullet in the victim's head. Of course this was not the first instance of bad acting on the part of the kingdom. They have a long history at abducting, torturing and killing.

Today marks a deadline for President Donald Trump to submit a report to Congress determining who was responsible for the brutal killing of the Saudi journalist last October. Should be interesting.

In other Saudi news, the United States government has shipped arms to them that have somehow ended up in the hands of al Qeada and Iran.
Hodeidah, Yemen (CNN) – Saudi Arabia and its coalition partners have transferred American-made weapons to al Qaeda-linked fighters, hardline Salafi militias, and other factions waging war in Yemen, in violation of their agreements with the United States, a CNN investigation has found.
The weapons have also made their way into the hands of Iranian-backed rebels battling the coalition for control of the country, exposing some of America's sensitive military technology to Tehran and potentially endangering the lives of US troops in other conflict zones.
Saudi Arabia and the United Arab Emirates, its main partner in the war, have used the US-manufactured weapons as a form of currency to buy the loyalties of militias or tribes, bolster chosen armed actors, and influence the complex political landscape, according to local commanders on the ground and analysts who spoke to CNN.
By handing off this military equipment to third parties, the Saudi-led coalition is breaking the terms of its arms sales with the US, according to the Department of Defense. After CNN presented its findings, a US defense official confirmed there was an ongoing investigation into the issue.
The top U.S. general is signaling no problem.
(CNN)The top United States military commander in the Middle East suggested Tuesday that America would continue to back its allies waging war in Yemen, despite new evidence of arms deal violations uncovered by a CNN investigation.
Gen. Joseph Votel, the head of Central Command (CENTCOM), told a Senate hearing on Tuesday that withdrawing US support for the Saudi-led coalition in Yemen would remove the "leverage we have to continue to influence them" and could further endanger Americans in the region.
With Iran being our current favorite enemy any enemy of Iran must be our best friend. Especially good to have friends with money like the Saudis. Who seemingly break our laws here with impunity and no consequence from our own leaders.

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Thursday, February 7, 2019

Tuesday, February 5, 2019

Jimmy Olsen's Blues

Quantum man of steel


Nerdy, comic book types might want to take a look at this article from Wired Magazine, THE WAY SUPERMAN PICKS UP A BUILDING IS A PHYSICS TRAVESTY by Rhett Allain.

The author really breaks it down and shows why according to him, the physics of Superman's little move the building escapade is all wrong. Superman keeps the building remarkably level, I will say. Here's Rhett:


...with this mass, I can calculate the gravitational force pulling down by multiplying by the gravitational field (g = 9.8 N/kg). This means that Superman has to push up with a force of around 30 million newtons. Yes. That is a very large force, but hey—it's Superman. That's why he has "super" right there in his name.
Now that I have the force that Superman pushes up on the building, I can also calculate the pressure. The only thing I need is an estimate of the contact size of his hands. Let's just assume Superman has large hands. Maybe the contact area for each hand is a square 15 centimeters on a side. This would put the total contact area at 0.045 square meters. Using this and the force, I get a contact pressure of 670 megapascals (MPa). Yes, that is HUGE pressure.
It turns out that certain materials can only handle a pressure up to some maximum value. This value is called the compression strength. If you go past the compression strength pressure value, the material fails—it either breaks or falls apart or something else bad happens. Bricks have a compressive strength of just 80 MPa—they would be crushed by Superman. Granite has a compressive strength of 130 MPa. Even steel would probably fail.
March 1939's Action Comics #10
Material failure. He has a point. I was an architecture student in college and this dredges back all sorts of dark thoughts about moments and elasticity. I sent the article to some of the smartest people I know, including the man with the M.I.T. trained quantum physics doctorate. He sent me back this:
Feh.  The wired author lacks imagination. The article is based in conventional Newtonian physics, completely ignoring quantum and relativistic effects that totally change the game.  If superman can fly, why isn’t is possible superman can also control/affect the mass of the building, thus avoiding all of the conventional physics concerns the author raises.  If you have super-ability to screw with stuff, who’s to say you can’t be messing with stuff at the quantum/relativistic level?
With a simplistic Newtonian view of the word, many basic electronic components (e.g., the tunnel diode) are every bit as bothersome as the fictional superman… yet they are real. 
I am with the PHD, I hate when my friends go all simple and Newtonian on me. I was of course, way out of my depth but sent him this retort anyway, not wanting to appear like an unschooled rube:
My thought was that he had to be super prescient to nail the perfect balance point and not get any teeter tottering or precession. But the author has a point, there are unsupported parts of the buildings that would collapse like a cupcake , no matter what force he applies to the bottom of the structure.
Certainly not my greatest effort but it has already been sent, so what the heck. Out of my hands. The physics conundrum that always astounded me about the Krypton native was that he had to grunt a little to bend a mere steel bar in half and yet could push a large planet out of the way of an incoming comet like it was sliced bread. An equivalence problem, I guess. And where in the heck did he stash Clark's glasses anyway?

Sonny & Brownie - Battle Is Over But the War Goes On

Birds of a feather

blue heron
I have twenty minutes to write something and then I have to go out on a call so pardon me if things get a bit scrambled.  I was very disappointed to see that the EPA is signaling that it will not regulate pfoa and pfos and the other nasty teflon ingredients that we all now have coursing through our bodies and water supplies. Have written about the stuff many times before. My first blogpost was titled Over persistent three eyed frogs and geologic time.

Wheeler is an ex coal lobbyist and the perfect sort of tool that Trump likes to grab from the business lobby. But a lot of blowback on this is coming from GOP politicians from red states that have been greatly impacted and things might get interesting.

green heron



On another front, Trump has now put a man named David Dunlap, from Koch Industries, a notorious polluter, in charge of our nation's drinking water. Happy days are here again.

black crowned night heron
David Bernhardt has been nominated by our President to be the new Secretary of the Interior. This ex oil lobbyist is all about rolling back species protection and drilling everywhere we can in this great country of ours. If you hate the environment, and don't really give a shit about public health, these picks should all really please you.



Fifteen ways Trump has affected the environment, from National Geographic.

Monday, February 4, 2019

Three pics


Navajo on horseback, Monument Valley

Cooper's hawk - Torrey Pines
Venus above the rising sun, MV

Sunday, February 3, 2019

Minstrel show



Al Jolson had a tremendous relationship with the black community. He championed their cause and was credited with fighting against discrimination against African Americans on Broadway as early as 1911.

From Wiki: While growing up, Jolson had many black friends, including Bill "Bojangles" Robinson, who became a prominent tap dancer. As early as 1911, at the age of 25, Jolson was noted for fighting discrimination on Broadway and later in his movies. He promoted a play by Garland Anderson which became the first production with an all-black cast produced on Broadway. He brought a black dance team from San Francisco that he tried to put in a Broadway show.; He demanded equal treatment for Cab Calloway, with whom he performed duets in the movie The Singing Kid.
Jolson read in the newspaper that songwriters Eubie Blake and Noble Sissle, neither of whom he had ever heard of, were refused service at a Connecticut restaurant because of their race. He tracked them down and took them out to dinner, "insisting he'd punch anyone in the nose who tried to kick us out!"According to biographer Al Rose, Jolson and Blake became friends and went to boxing matches together.
Film historian Charles Musser notes, "African Americans' embrace of Jolson was not a spontaneous reaction to his appearance in talking pictures. In an era when African Americans did not have to go looking for enemies, Jolson was perceived a friend."
According to music historians Bruce Crowther and Mike Pinfold: "During his time he was the best known and most popular all-around entertainer America (and probably the world) has ever known, captivating audiences in the theatre and becoming an attraction on records, radio, and in films. He opened the ears of white audiences to the existence of musical forms alien to their previous understanding and experience... and helped prepare the way for others who would bring a more realistic and sympathetic touch to black musical traditions." Black songwriter Noble Sissle, in the 1930s, said "[h]e was always the champion of the Negro songwriter and performer, and was first to put Negroes in his shows". Of Jolson's "Mammy" songs, he adds, "with real tears streaming down his blackened face, he immortalized the Negro motherhood of America as no individual could."

Saturday, February 2, 2019

Red shouldered unfurled


James Harmon



Down and out

This is a tough post to write. Because now I get to sound like an asshole and certain people are not going to like it. Here goes anyway...

I have lived in Fallbrook for thirty nine years. We have of course always had street people in Fallbrook but for the first thirty seven years or so it was one or two of them at a time in town at most. Pud, Stick, Caesar, Dave, the bearded guy who walked from Bonsall every day, these poor down and outs were very recognizable and really pretty harmless overall.

Two or three years ago things started changing. There were more and more of them around suddenly and they started taking over parts of town. Guys were completely zonked out. Many people no longer felt safe walking on the Pico Promenade and other places. A guy started living in a dead space behind my building that my neighbor had to fill up with concrete. Bums started claiming territory, leaving their bedrolls and cardboard behind, sleeping everywhere, including the parking lot behind the art center and taking up permanent locations begging, e.g., the guy in front of Bank of America.

Let me preface this by saying it is one thing to find yourself flat on your ass due to a job loss or tragedy. There is no shame in that and it could happen to any and all of us very easily. I have nothing but empathy and love for those people. Will do whatever I can. But it is another thing entirely if you are a whacked out twenty or thirty something on alcohol, meth or heroin and looking for a cushy landing. I have much less sympathy for someone who digs their own hole. And refuses to even try to dig out. Unfortunately there's people that travel past a point that can be fixed. Neural network obliterated by tweak, now living off their limbic systems like reptiles.

I drove up to my parking space behind the building I own a couple weeks ago. The one with the big mortgage. A latino man holding a paper bag with a tall beverage in it was sitting on my wall. I figured he was working for the neighbor, who was standing there. "Is he with you?" I asked.  "Nope." I asked the guy what he was doing and if he was drinking alcohol and he started yelling at me that this was his country first and didn't I know that prohibition was over? Guy was plainly soused. I asked him to leave and he finally split. By the way, I am getting awfully tired of picking up malt liquor cans and broken bottles behind my shop.

A few weeks ago we got word that some well meaning individuals were trying to buy a lot near the coffee shop for a new homeless shelter. A block off Main Ave. That is, in my opinion a very bad idea. A nail in the coffin. Downtown is already hurting, business is slow and way down for all the merchants I know and we are now confronted with gangs of homeless people on a daily basis, many of them in a constant state of inebriation, living on our streets and in front, behind and on top of our buildings. I quick counted eight between the Arco station and Alvarado the other morning and I am sure that I missed some. We have even watched a few get very violent and engage in unprovoked aggression.

I was sitting at coffee recently when a woman I know drove up in her spotless Bentley, with a driver no less, and announced to my klatch that she had written a fat check to the new county supervisor, with an extracted promise from him that he would help her build a new shelter, she says in Oceanside. "Didn't we care about the poor?" asked the lady with five houses. The irony was shocking and not lost on any of us. She said that she had been homeless as a kid and knew what poor was. I didn't want to get in an argument with her, but wanted to tell her that many of us had experienced poverty in our life. It was not an abstract concept.  Perhaps she wanted to assuage the enormous guilt she obviously felt with her current prosperity?

Homeless people are wreaking a little havoc around these parts, seemingly unchecked. It is getting worse every week. They have dragged mattresses up to two merchants roofs to sleep on that I know of and I know three merchants who have had their exterior cameras stolen recently, I imagine to keep furtive night time movements unrecorded. Our places of business are getting littered with cardboard and refuse. We have someone living nightly at the Wells Fargo, Mahr's Texaco and McDonalds amongst many other places. Many are acting out and getting crazy, threatening people at places like Starbucks. Someone reported getting rolled by vagrants behind Harry's the other night. Said that they are never coming back. We are getting more and more break ins to businesses. Some women I know are scared of walking alone to their cars at night. The town is going to shit before our eyes.

The sheriffs do nothing. Word has it that there is a new laissez faire policy in the county. Is this a byproduct of our wealthy doyenne? I don't know. The local food bank enables the behavior or should I say life style with their generous dole outs and I have heard anecdotal stories of free food being traded for alcohol. Get fed. Sleep at the Pico Promenade. No worries. A pretty cush life style. With a few smokes, what else do you need? They are also entering establishments and openly panhandling in people's businesses. Many seem mentally ill.

How did so many suddenly make it to Fallbrook? Is it true, as some say, that other cities in the county are purposefully shipping them here?  Go to Fallbrook, you will get a soft landing. And soon we will have a repurposed hospital acting as a mental health ward here as well. There goes our friendly little village.

Many merchants are barely hanging on. Are we destined to be the next homeless wave ourselves if a shelter is placed a block and a half from the major downtown intersection? I have seen the phenomenon in Santa Barbara, Seattle, Santa Monica and other places. Make it easy and the word gets out, Fallbrook is a soft touch, a magnet, weather is nice and you even get fed. You'll be swimming in guacamole. Doesn't take long...

David Beldock and Peggy Watson


These very talented songwriters and musicians are playing at the Fallbrook Library tomorrow, February 3, 2019. For free. Two o'clock, accompanied by Paul Beach, Dave Blackburn and who knows who else? I have seen David several times and he is really good. You can still get home in time to watch your stupid football game.

Slow Train Comin'


Funny. If this shot gets any compression it turns to mush. Such a difference between tiff and jpeg. Need to see it real big. Not perfect at this resolution.