Down on the far end of Plaza del Rey, tooling about on my big fat-tire bicycle with no particular object in mind, I steered in my nonchalant way into a small cul-de-sac where the neighbors thereabout took obvious pleasure in their gardens, ornamenting them with various flowerbeds & offbeat sculptures...
One resident had affixed on an angular pedestal a simply beautiful glass ball of a tourmaline hue, maybe six inches in diameter, and it immediately brought to mind my youth in Oceanside where beachcombers, in their various wanderings would discover such glass orbs that were rumoured- whoknowz?- to be floats that provided buoyancy for fishing nets cast by the Japanese fleets, lost one way or another at sea-- now they have drifted across the north Pacific to wash randomly on this far California strand waiting for whomever might find them. Many of these beach-wanderers favored displaying their prizes across the long sills of their plate-glass picture windows, some with netting still attached, filling the occasional visitor with slack-jawed amazement.
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