I almost forgot about last week’s visit to Bolinas. A charming Northern California town where just about everyone over 50 has taken too much acid, and where the teenage kids are pretty wild too, Bolinas isn’t on the North American continent, but on the Pacific Plate.
Here’s a NASA aerial photo of the place:


The fault is obvious, isn’t it? (The white dot indicates the location of the town.)
I dearly love Bolinas, as it is leaderless, followerless, and just naturally, charmingly crazy.
Here’s a flute player on the beach:

Another beach scene:

And finally, a letter I found tacked to a wall, warning us about digital technology, and, um, other stuff:

Well, who says you have to live in North America?