March 13, 2005
The Vagaries Of Santa Barbara
As I waited for the train to come in to Santa Barbara, bearing a Green Hills recruit for me to usher through the gauntlet of the interview weekend (we went sailing!), an elderly woman walked by, folded up her umbrella, sat down, lit a cigarette, and began to speak. It wasn’t raining.
Until she arrived, I had been reading a book about colonizing Mars, but I put it down when she began to talk.
Until she spoke, I had also been unaware of the vicious gang warfare down on the mean streets of Santa Barbara. They accost you, she said. It’s getting to be so you can’t take a walk down town, anymore. And they even come into businesses, she says. They throw “S-H-I-T” she spelled. She was animated. There were hand gestures.
Imagine my surprise. Imagine the shattering of my illusions. Imagine the deftness with which I inched my way off the other side of the bench and, grinning all the while, pretended my cellphone had rung.
Ian Ferrel 
Liza said,
March 13, 2005 at 11:06 pm
Your cat will surely protect you…
AB said,
March 14, 2005 at 8:27 pm
Are you reading Red Mars? If so, is it good?
Mama said,
March 15, 2005 at 11:05 pm
Oh my! Taht was unpleasant. In Santa Barbara too.
Sarra said,
March 15, 2005 at 11:09 pm
Yeah, but Blue Mars stars out with some weird quasi-Heinlein commune sex, and I’ve never been able to get past that. Lisa likes all three, though.
Ian said,
March 16, 2005 at 1:52 pm
Yes, Red Mars.