there's always a good vibe out here on the point. people are happy here, doing their own thing. i miss pebble beach but that's just gone. like a tree that falls i say i'll miss that tree and soon i forget. i'll not forget pebble beach for it's like a coastline that runs through me, like a spinal memory. in a way i'm happy that beach ended when mister passed. there's no time now for mister, he's free of time, but still he's around. he doesn't need his cherriot anymore.
he's in it, as he's in everything, he was a bodhisattva, now he's a buddha. i'm glad when someone recognizes me as the fellow who walked the golden boy even now when he's not visible. i imagine his golden aura about me. now they see me with bear and with lulu. it's different, but it's evolving along the same lines. i said to jim and francis this morning when he was slow to recognize me and had not seen me without mister nor since mister i said same doug, different dog.