Our road trip rattles along, and we have arrived at our next destination. Before I touch on the here and now, though, there’s at least one more Monterey song to sing.
After a week in Pacific Grove, I awakened with what is now a familiar sadness at the closing of a stay on the peninsula. This is our third trip encountering Robert John (The Lapidarist—click here), and it is always difficult to say goodbye. Call it a soul friendship, if you will, but something is tears within me with each parting.
On Sunday, while we walked on the beach, we talked as we always do, of matters of the heart, of family bonded by something other than and more vital than blood, of the trials and blessings of daily life and changes along the way. We spoke of Cannery Row before it became a tourist attraction. He told me about Drew Murphy, his best friend, who was leaving the area this week to hike in Europe, and of the jade piece, he made for him as a gift.
“You’d like Drew. I’ve known hi…
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