California Poppies in Spring bloom. This is a view I grew up with during an uncomplicated kid time when there were no freedom protests and no govt. surveillance only A-bomb test explosions. On Friday afternoons (after school) we went all out wild child. We packed into several cars drove over to Foster’s to procure two scoops of homemade fresh peach ice cream packed into sugar cones or chocolate shakes (malt were passe). Small town giggling about who was with whom (including some teachers and a couple of parents) was over the top, as was heavy 16-year old debates/discussions about the latest classical book read or museum visit to San Francisco. Memory is swell, eh? One can transport backwards with teenie bopper effort or forwards with contemporary alignment with the ethers. Staying in the here and now is a talent predicated on thoughtfulness and watchfulness and then the real trick – letting go.