Next week I am eligible to apply for Medicare, thus as a public service Layne is holding a seminar for myself and her best friend who is in a similar predicament and we shall select among the many and various supplements and so forth. We will be buying evacuation insurance for Central and South America with possibly some catastrophic coverage but from now until death day single payer will be my portion. Therefore my public service for this splendid central coast Sunday morning is fewer words and more pictures from this delightful looking part of the world. So as you look at the pictures and get on with your day I shall be getting a headache. I hate paperwork.
Awaking from a nap.
Rosemary, my former program director at KSCO, the funniest person in Santa Cruz.
Lighthouse Field which used to be off leash once.
Your Brussels sprouts at work:
Cold and windy beaches on the coast north of town.
Fire survivors near Davenport, a coastal village.
Santa Cruz City Hall, leashed dogs welcome.
They seem to hate smokers all the same:
Suspicious homeless hanging out:
Sleeping in the street is forbidden. Sort of. No cops to be seen despite sleepers everywhere.
Foreign foods come with heating instructions:
Santa Cruz: home of the Moore 24.
Santa Cruz’s modest Cannery Row. 
Sempervirens:
Layne’s former law office now a place to chat.
