We took Magnolia to her new home. I followed Karl in his truck to make sure she stayed secure. He’s an engineer. She was secure. Karl used to live in our office room out back. If I hadn’t lived here, neither would have Karl. Now he lives by the train tracks with his own 1000sf shop and his wife Deb. I’m leaving Karl, but he’s from Santa Cruz now.

On the way, Karl took the long way for bumps. We drove by the umbrella man, strolling down West Cliff with his pink umbrella, and the surfer statue had it’s customary Halloween pumpkin on his head. We drove by so many houses where I can’t remember who lived there but someone did, back in the day. Past where the deli used to be and past the apartments where the guys only listened to reggae and past where it was that weird Italian restaurant. Lots of memories in one 15 minute drive.