Where does a writer begin a story? My friend James D. (“Jim”) Houston, a mentor and colleague, a literary father figure and cultural signpost—for Santa Cruz and California, for the entire Pacific Rim—is no longer here to answer that question, a circumstance that at this moment remains difficult to grasp.
Although NPR science reporter and UCSC alum Richard Harris is in town to discuss the dangers of climate change, there are some things ‘round these parts he doesn’t mind hot. “I must say I always drive down Mission and see if Ferrell’s donuts is still around,” he says. “The old fashioned came out at 10:30 at night and we used to get them piping hot.
Last week when the battered carcass of a yearling gray whale was plucked from the beach by tow trucks and spirited away on a flatbed, some locals were incensed that the majestic—albeit rank—creature was on its way to the Dimeo Lane dump. But it may not be that bad. “A lot of people haven’t been to our landfill,” says wharf supervisor Dan Buecher. “That whale is in its own grave, by itself, and actually has a view.