Category Archives: More Tales From Pacific Coast Highway

A Drive Down Into Baja

As a final thought before heading out the door the next morning, I changed the message on my phone. If you want to know where I am, it’s down in Baja. Look for a trailer along the sea. It’s about 200 miles south of the border I climbed into my old red and white pickup and headed south in the early light. The traffic was not yet heavy at that hour. Just a few souls heading into Laurel Lagoon on their way to work. Half Read More +

Autumn Leaves

I pulled into the High & Dry alone that autumn evening. Words like brisk, harvest, red and gold and autumn leaves were dancing in my head. The Indian summer was finally behind us. Halloween and Jack o Lanterns were in the air. Bill the bartender nodded to me as I sat down. A cocktail napkin appeared on the bar top. “The usual,” I said. He went to work. Bill the bartender, I thought as he drew me a club soda. Bill had that look of Read More +

A Friday Night

I stepped into the High & Dry about six o’clock that Friday evening, wondering who had dreamed this up. The weekend escape. The cycle of the moon drawn and quartered into its four portions, with a couple of days left over to forget. The laughter and tinkling of glasses quickened my heart the minute I walked in through the door. The chimes of our species true destiny were calling up ahead. A doll, perhaps, or some old friends and a hi ho. Like Christmas, everywhere Read More +

It’s Good To Be Dead

Hard to believe it’s been over three years since all those murders went down. Even harder to believe that Vanderhof basically walked, but he did. As he had said, that’s why they have attorneys, my friend—in his case, a stable of them, high priced, ruthless and feasting on technicalities. Once those boys blew a hole in the handling of the DNA, the case fell apart and the judge had no choice but to let Vanderhof off, at least when it came to Connie McPherson’s death. Read More +