My grandmother had so little interest in the past that it used to frustrate me beyond belief. Here was a woman who was born in the era of horse-drawn carriages and she lived long enough to witness man’s landing on the moon.
I longed to hear her stories about horses delivering ice in San Francisco, or even what it was like to prevent her son—my father—from an early death in the influenza epidemic of 1919. Or anything at all from her rich background
But she had no interest in the “good old days.” Instead, she preferred to talk about how she didn’t trust Richard Nixon, or even more—why I wasn’t getting better grades in college.
Pull the fog off a little earlier and replace it with some sunshine.
Santa Cruz | Retired
Economics. That’s his biggest thing. If we could choose more than one I would say our terrorist threat as well.
Santa Cruz | Salon Manager
Obama's biggest problem is getting back in touch with his liberal base. I think he's cowered down to the Republicans so much that most of the liberals have lost a lot of faith in him. Luckily for him they're still not going to vote Republican.
Santa Cruz | Unemployed
The budget and public perception that he's doing anything. We love this guy and want him to succeed but can you show us something? Please? We realize you’re working inside doing things that are probably great but could you tell us about it?
Oakdale | Editor
His biggest challenge is within himself. He needs to change his personality somewhat so that he becomes more aggressive, assertive, and willing to say who the enemy is and call people for what they're doing. His temperament is too benign so far.
Santa Cruz | Retired UCSC Professor
As Burning Man (Rites of Passage) burns in the desert sands, everywhere the Virgo petal unfolds (Earth—a 12-petaled lotus) and we enter the womb of the Mother, gestating, for humanity, once again (each year) a new state of consciousness. Both Virgo and Cancer, the feminine signs, are from our last solar system, where we were nurtured by a matriarchy of energies. Overseen by the Pleaides, the Earth (matter, mater) in that last solar system was imbued with intelligence, with the “mother.” As we move toward autumn, Ceres, the mother of Persephone, has only three more weeks with her beloved daughter. The persimmons and pomegranate trees are preparing for autumn, their colors signs of hope as the light each day dims.
Thursday is Scorpio moon, a time of mysteries and discipleship. Friday continues the Scorpio moon. In the nighttime, Sun trines Jupiter. Something harmonious and loving appears. Saturday is v/c for two hours prior to Sag moon at 2:03 p.m. taking us into Labor Day.
Plus Letters to the Editor
Last week, the town was buzzing about the failed La Bahia project. But let’s not allow that fallen dream to fester. It’s best to move ahead and focus on new possibilities. If the city of Santa Cruz wants a hotel that could both boost the economy and be a brilliant travel hub, I go back to the idea that I had last year: The El Palomar Hotel in Downtown Santa Cruz. Imagine the possibilities that that could usher in. Think about what it might feel like to walk down the boulevard that is Pacific Avenue and have, right in the middle of it, a boutique hotel. Imagine what that building could look like if it didn’t look as if somebody, well, urinated all over it. Please don’t write in and suggest I’m foul. It’s just that I appreciate fine structures that are taken care of; that are afforded the love and attention they deserve.