Fire !

Fire !

A typical winter day: cold, clear, calm, quiet.  I walked downstairs from the bedroom in the house next to the restaurant, the historic Jacob Stauer House.   In the kitchen below, I looked out the window into the garden behind the Inn.  There wasn’t much left of the...
Clifford

Clifford

Clifford came with the restaurant.  He traded errands and odd jobs for food.  He could have afforded to pay cash but the Sea Gull was his home and nobody paid cash for food at home.  Ice cream and butter were cheaper at Safeway, so Clifford toted them down on his way...