i feel sad today. my sleepover with mister is done. at pebble beach we saw the surveyor again. i fear our beach will soon be buried in concrete. when you see a surveyor with a striped orange and yellow pole with a flashing red light atop, it's like seeing the grim reaper. 
just at that moment i saw greg lane pass between me and mister riding the path north. he knows. we pass the yacht pond and see johnny who doesn't notice us. then a couple good encounters. on the final block we see the little brown hater and simply turn the other corner.