A couple of weeks ago, we were just steps away from a spectacular fireworks celebration for Santa Cruz's 150th birthday. On the weekends and holidays, we hear the delighted squeals of the folks on the Giant Dipper, from our back yard. I even got ON the Giant Dipper with our niece, promptly remembering why I only do that about once every 20 years or so. Being used to bumpy seas while commercial fishing, I didn't think it would be that intense. Wrong. The Dipper is just as crazy as I remembered.
Another stop on the tour was Shawn's reconciliation with Major League Baseball. For the the first time since 1993, we attended an excellent Giants game.
I started the school year with free Boardwalk concerts with Los Lobos and Papa Do Run Run.
Then there's the inaugural football game on the new field at Santa Cruz High. That's followed with the Northern California Band Review at the Boardwalk, with the amazing Cardinal band hosting.
All of this happens right outside my back yard.
Tomorrow would have been my mother Eliane's 84th birthday. Her passing in 2013 has led us to all of the current changes and journey's we are now taking. I think she smiles upon us now. Happy Birthday, Mom!