One thing about living with things in storage is the weird little surprises that pop up when you go searching for that stapler or photo album or suddenly indispensable muffin tin. I wish I still had my card from Mazomanie, a small prairie town in Wisconsin, where the retired farmers gathered to chat at the feed store each day, and the librarians always remembered your name.
The dogs get restless when it rains, do that laser stare thing where they try to bend you to their will with their minds. And I've found the best way to fight back is to break out the raincoats and let them have their way. They get a quick walk, I get a good laugh (Daisy in a raincoat, omg) and they're happy homebodies for the rest of the day.
Eight months after the Woolsey Fire devastated western Malibu, the Coral Beach Cantina, along with neighboring Zooma Sushi, was gone. I wonder who got custody of the wonderful sign.