
Friday's sun went down and the Oakland air turned cool. At the water's edge stood the statue of Jack London, "The Call of the Wild" author and one of my favorite writers during college. An excerpt was inscribed at its feet:
"I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time."
Greetings! I hope you guys had a good Thanksgiving weekend. I spent mine in the Bay Area - logging 970 miles either driving or riding shotgun in a 2000 red VW Beetle.
We left Long Beach at 6:30 a.m. Thursday, tore ass up I-5 and reached San Jose by 1:30 p.m. We had a nice dinner, and a laid-back night of poker (yes, I was the first of five players to run out of my $5 of chips).

Friday, we drove 50 miles north to San Francisco. We used free passes to the de Young Museum in Golden Gate Park. The museum, finished only a year ago, offered exhibits on 20th century, Native American, Aboriginal and African (right) art. The crooked tower (Aren't they all, metaphorically?) was one of the highlights, offering clear views of the city:


From San Fran, we headed to Berkeley and checked out Telegraph Avenue, a strip of shops adjacent to UC-Berkeley. Berkeley is about as liberal as it gets in the United States - and Telegraph has a higher concentration of head shops than any street I saw in Amsterdam. I also checked out the legendary Rasputin Music (pictured), a record store which is a half-block from another audio landmark, Amoeba Music.
For dinner, we drove to Oakland and met a group at Yoshi's restaurant (below), which offers a unique combination of upscale Japanese food and jazz. Yoshi's is the premiere jazz spot in Oakland, and we saw Tuck and Patti. Tuck plays guitar (I think it was a hollow-body Gibson), while Patti sings. They were incredible, and Patti was the first scat singer I've heard in person. However, they played two lame covers: "Sweet Dreams" and "Time After Time." Whatever happened to "Girl from Ipanema"?

Saturday morning, we headed down Pacific Coast Highway, cruising through Big Sur and along some of the most beautiful coastline I've ever seen:


Saturday night, we stayed in Pismo Beach, a funky little community just south of San Luis Obispo. Pismo is known for its clams (pictured). While I was there, I had only barbecue, beer and Patron.
Sunday, we left Pismo and ate a late lunch in Ventura, making it back to the LBC at around 3 p.m. I survived a frantic and fun Thanksgiving weekend, and I realized how much I missed the ol' road trip.














