Saga
of Holy City |
By
Andrea Perkins
Current maps
of Santa Cruz county still mark the spot as "Holy City," yet very
little remains of this once booming West Coast mecca. Sixty years
ago, it was a well-known stopping spot for travelers along the
twisty Old Santa Cruz Highway. Today, all that testifies to its
strange and colorful past is a rickety old post office, a quaint
shed and a house....
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Shearing
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By
Joe Smith
The sheep
scuffling in the chute leading from the pen to the shearing barn
huddle together for warmth and comfort. Those nearest the gate
press against its bars, craning their necks for a glimpse of their
fate. The round yellow eyes with their black slits, half-buried
in the bone of their wedged skulls, remind me of the colored glass
marbles we used to call aggies when we were kids playing Poison
out in the schoolyard....
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Beyond
Road Rage |
By
Andrea Perkins
I'm writing
this while driving down Highway 101 on a sunny weekday afternoon.
Not too far off, I'm sure the gulls must be cawing, the waves
must be crashing, and the breeze, unhindered, must be rustling
through the long grass ... Did I say driving? Try parking. It's
4:48 p.m., and a minute ago, I was imperceptibly rolling....
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Great
Food With Soul |
By
Kathy Nguyen
Like any artistic
creation, great cuisine comes from the heart and is fueled by
passion. At its best, it offers a feast for the senses that thrills
and delights. Deep-fried
salmon rolls with Chinese hot mustard. Grilled Chilean sea bass
with garlic ginger soy. Tender, oven-roasted chicken in a creamy
shiitake mushroom sauce. Australian rack of lamb with fiery Korean
spices....
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Romance
Languages |
By
Joe Smith
I'm replaying
the ball games I've missed during my fishing trip, poring over boxscores
in the old papers that always gravitate towards coffeehouses, when
Adelia sits herself down in the empty chair across the table from
me and begins talking. "Did
you see that thing on the television last night about Romania?"
The nasal
wail of her voice ...
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