Pacific Grove Police Department hosted a collection point for the Drug Enforcement Agency’s sixth National Take Back Initiative.
Eighty-three pounds of prescription medications were collected at the Pacific Grove Police Department and will be disposed of appropriately and safely by the DEA.
The goal of this program is to allow citizens to deliver all of their unused, unwanted, or expired medications to law enforcement officials who can in turn dispose of controlled substances in a safe, secure, and non-hazardous manner. This will potentially save lives and protect the ecosystem.
Pacific Grove Police Department will partner with the DEA in future National Take Back Initiative events and will make the public aware of these opportunities, which occur approximately twice per year. Until the next event, the public is encouraged to contact their local pharmacy to determine the proper and safe way to dispose of their unused pharmaceuticals.
Pacific Grove Police Department hosted a collection point for the Drug Enforcement Agency’s sixth National Take Back Initiative.
Now it’s on to Sacramento for Pacific Grove’s fourth year running
Arwa Awan took first prize at the county level of Poetry Out Loud with her dramatic recitations of Emily Dickinson’s It was not Death for I Stood Up and The Meaning of the Shovel by Martin Espada. Lyla Mahmoud, PGHS runner-up, recited Cartoon Physics by Nick Flynn.
Runner-up in the County competition was Chloe Reimann of Santa Catalina, who recited Spring and Fall by Gerard Manley Hopkins and The River Merchant’s Wife: A Letter by Ezra Pound. Santa Catalina’s runner-up was Mary Cho who recited Ecology by Jack Collom.
Former Pacific Grove Poet-In-Residence Garland Thompson acted as emcee for the event. He told how, in 2007, he was driving down the highway near Spreckels and heard a broadcast on NPR about Poetry Out Loud. He was so amazed and excited that he pulled his car over and made the phone contacts that eventually brought the opportunity to Monterey County schools.
Arwa will now go on to Sacramento to compete at the state level. Her three predecessors, Kylie Batlin (2009), Morgan Brown (2010) and Robert Marchand (2011) all went to the State level, and Brown and Marchand went on to the national level.
Officer Jeff Haas honored
At the Monterey County Peace Officer of the Year dinner Feb. 17, Pacific Grove Police Department honored Officer Jeff Haas as Officer of the Year.
Each police agency in Monterey County selects an officer to be honored.
A Pacific Grove native and graduate of Pacific Grove High School, Officer Haas also graduated from Monterey Peninsula College Police Academy in Aug., 2005. Read more…»
The Pt. Pinos Lighthouse restoration project recently got a $20,000 boost from the Monterey Peninsula Foundation in the form of a grant. The Monterey Peninsula Foundation hosts the AT&T Pro-Am, which opens next week and the proceeds of which go to charities. The Heritage Society itself, through fund-raising activities, sales in the Lighthouse gift shop and “door” donations, donated $4,000 recently.
A comprehensive report by Planning staff to outline upgrades in current paid parking plans for the downtown and Lovers Point areas became a battle cry once again. The report, which was requested by City Council, outlined the areas in question and gave comparisons of plans in other areas and other cities. But Mayor Garcia said it was more than was requested – that she had sought a two-page report. The entire agenda item was 31 pages long, 14 pages of which was a potential Request For Proposals for an outside vendor to examine the program and oversee installation of parking sensors, among other duties.
There was no mention in the report of parking meters along Lighthouse Avenue or Ocean View Blvd., and no increase in the number of time-restricted spaces, but rather the report was directed, as requested, at the potential of installing pay stations at current timed lots between Fandango restaurant and the Bank of America and the lot behind Lighthouse Cinemas on Fountain Avenue. Nonetheless, there were a number of members of the public who were unhappy about the prospect of pay-to-park spaces downtown.
By Marge Ann Jameson
Monterey County District Attorney Dean Flippo announced Nov. 15 that Stephen Phillip Collins, former director on the Board of Directors of the Monterey County Water Resources Agency, is charged with two felony counts of conflict of interest because he allegedly profited financially from his involvement in making contracts pertaining to the Regional Water Project. The acts of conflict of interest allegedly took place between Jan. 8, 2010 and Dec. 30, 2010.
Collins will be arraigned on Nov. 16. Read more…»
by Lauren Dykman
“A book about bugs,” Caesar replied from his cot.
The honey-colored light of an oil lamp illuminated his well sculpted face and the pages of the book, Encyclopedia of Entomology, propped on his chest.
“Yeah, I see that, but what is it about bugs that engrossed you for hours?” Angelo pestered. “They have sex a lot. No, just kidding. Check this out, Cordyceps fungus that possesses insects’ brains, then grows out of their bodies, killing them. Each species has a specialized fungus.” “Great.” Angelo didn’t really pay attention to the illustration Caesar stretched forward. He had only initiated a conversation because he felt increasingly antsy sit- ting in his cot. He wanted a smoke, but wondered if the result was worth the effort of getting up and walking into the humid midnight forest. “I want a cigarette,” he offered, trying his luck.
“Take a hike then,” retorted Caesar, “I don’t want to be coughing up your smoke all night.”
Angelo groaned and slipped through the canvas door into a buzzing cloud of mosquitoes. The forest was pitch black around the glowing tent, but still crawled and sang with activity. As he flicked on his torch their native guide, Tarrin, emerged phantom-like from the night.
Tarrin was a local villager who Caesar paid to guide him and Angelo to an unexplored cave in the foothills. Upon sighting Angelo, Tarrin began to speak emphatically in his tribal dialect while gesticulating precisely with his hands. Caesar, who had spent years on this anthropological mission, could speak fluently with Tarrin, whereas Angelo the newcomer merely feigned comprehension and nodded. “Yes…okay…Look, I’m going out,” he pointed to the dark forest, “for a smoke. Cigarettes. Smoke. See?” he pulled his pack of Marlboros from his pocket and showed Tarrin.
“I’ll be right back.” Tarrin responded in his own language equally slowly, as if equally doubtful of his companion’s competence. Angelo nodded, but his face registered no comprehension. Tarrin shrugged and tapped the pack of cigarettes.
“Oh, sure take one. Not like they’re hard to come by out here.” Angelo handed Tarrin a cigarette and lit the tip. Tarrin nodded in thanks.
From inside the tent, Caesar’s voice interjected, “Tarrin said to be careful of poisonous snakes. He saw a Pit Viper just now.” “Thanks for the translation Caesar!”
“And thank you for giving Tarrin a cigarette,” Caesar’s voice spat, “now I’ll have to tell him to take a hike too!”
Angelo chuckled and took off into the forest. In a matter of minutes, night enveloped him. He continued to navigate the labyrinth of ghostly foliage, his torchlight seeming to cut through air thick with moisture and noise. Angelo walked much farther from camp than necessary. He loved finding solitude in the nighttime jungle, a land of mangled trees, choking vegetation, layered darkness rustling with watchful creatures. He felt the struggle of life and death heavy in the air.
In a small open space, Angelo lit his cigarette and flicked off his torch. The cigarette’s amber tip and the spectral flicker of fireflies now provided the only light in the jungle. Angelo heard distant chortling dampened by the rotting earth, felt beads of sweat tickling down his neck, and sensed a strange energy lingering in the air. For some reason new and unknown to him, he shuddered in fear. Angelo chuck- led in surprise. He had never feared any wild environment in his life…but wasn’t the forest feeling suddenly cold? No, the air was still moist and hot like inside a giant mouth. Then why did he feel chilly? He listened. The jungle still sang with life. He continued dragging on his cigarette, and crossed his arms against his foolish discom- fort. Suddenly, he sensed a presence behind him, and a very discernible breath on the back of his neck. Angelo levitated and fumbled for his torch in the darkness, but dropped it in his panic. Angelo found himself suddenly unable to move. Crouching in the abyss, he meekly felt along the ground and groaned when he failed to locate his light anywhere around him. His heart racing, he stretched farther, feeling over leaves and twigs on the wet forest floor. The whole time the presence persisted in sending chills down his spine. Then Angelo’s fingers closed around the torch and with a click, light blazed through layers of foliage. Shadows danced madly as Angelo spun around and the torch reflected off two white eyes. When he passed the light back over them Angelo saw the dark face of a native, more animal than man, painted with blood and suffering, and snarling at him with yellowed teeth and wide eyes. Angelo jumped and lost sight of the face and could not find it again. He played the light over every branch, around every shadow, but the wild man had ceased to exist. Hoping to God he had imagined it, Angelo ran back to camp, forgetting to look out for poisonous snakes. He forced his pace to a walk once he saw the glow of the tent, and slunk inside with laboriously steady breathing.
“Hope you had a good smoke,” commented Caesar from around his bug book. Angelo responded with a nervous laugh. The next morning Angelo recounted his experience to Caesar. Caesar’s only reply was,
“Good thing Tarrin can’t understand you. We had a hard time finding anyone to take us to the cave.”
“The villagers have superstitions. None of them go anywhere near here. Tarrin is the bravest man in his tribe and we still had to pay him exorbitantly. I’m sure one word about your “supernatural encounter” will cost us our guide.”
The three men packed up and left camp at dawn, walking single-file through narrow footpaths. In the daylight, the forest lost its sinister energy and resounded with light and song. Angelo wondered how he could have ever believed such an illusion as the one he had seen the previous night.
The anthropological mission reached the cave at noon. It was an impressive cave, gaping out of a vine-mangled cliff, expelling stale earthy air from its throat. The world grew cold in its shadow. As their footsteps in the ashy dirt reverberated down the cave mouth, Angelo noticed Tarrin stop in his tracks and listen. Caesar looked back too, and called to the native some word that Angelo assumed meant “what’s wrong?” Tarrin’s brow furrowed and he loudly shouted an explanation and backed away. Caesar ran back up toward the light and held Tarrin’s forearm, talking soothingly. Then the two got in a heated debate, after which Tarrin, casting one last panicked glance into the depths of the cavern, ran away. Caesar descended back to Angelo, shaking his head.
“Tarrin will wait for us away from the cave.”
“Why won’t he come down?” Angelo implored, disguising his fear as annoyance.
Caesar gave Angelo a knowing look. “There are evil spirits here.” Then he punched Angelo’s shoulder playfully, “Not like either of us believe in those right?”
Deeper in the cave, a winding passageway turned away from the light and led them deeper into the intestines of the earth. With torches flaring, the two anthropologists navigated the eerie pools, dusty floors, and fang-like stalactites.
“This is really beautiful,” breathed Caesar.
Beyond a tight squeeze, Angelo could tell the tunnel widened into a larger room. They slid through the squeeze one at a time and pulled their backpacks through after them. And then Caesar’s light played over the white mound of a skull. With a gasp he illuminated the cavern…and discovered the floor strewn with hundreds of skeletons. Bones jutted from the ashen sand like bleached driftwood on a beach, skulls dotted the earth like smooth pebbles in a creek.
“My God, My God!” celebrated Caesar. “It’s beautiful! Gorgeous! What a discovery! Do you know what this means for us?” Caesar held Angelo’s shoulders and shook him. Angelo’s gaze lingered on the remains. He identified children with cracked skulls, some adults curled in fetal position, alongside numerous species of monkeys. “An ancient mass-human-sacrifice.” whispered Angelo.
“Oh man, we’re gonna have to call in back-up!” yelled Caesar. His voice rebounded off the cavern walls. “Here, start exploring,” he shoved his backpack at Angelo, “I’ll grab the rest of our equipment. We need to pull out the big-guns, so to speak,” and he sprinted from the burial ground to cart down the necessary excavation tools. Angelo waited for the foot steps and their echos to die away, then sat down cross-legged on his small ledge. Myriad eye sockets watched him imploringly, disturbed from their centuries of slumber. With a deep breath Angelo gave his torch a tight squeeze, then turned it off. The darkness was more complete than it ever was in the nighttime forest. Angelo stilled his breathing and heart beat and listened. He could hear whispers in strange tongues, subtle, rasping voices and quiet rustling in the far reaches of the cavern. The air was cold with whispers of haunted breaths on his skin and permeated with suffering and denial. He felt all around him a failed struggle for life, not yet given up.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, and his echos joined the whispers of the spirits.
He walked out of the cave, through the labyrinths of tunnels and ran into an elated Caesar.
Caesar noticed Angelo’s solemn face and asked if he felt alright.
“Anthropological sites have never bothered me before,” Angelo answered, “but this one does. I’m going to wait outside for a while.”
“You’ll come back and help me later though, right?”
“Yes, I will return.”
Months later, the excavation site lay empty. Hordes of experts had traipsed into the jungle to the cave of spirits, and carted off its jealous remains.
As the last bones caught their flight to England for analysis, Angelo, the most celebrated anthropologist of the year, took his last walk alone in the forests of Thailand. The very next day he would catch his own flight back to England, leaving what had been his home for the last nine months . His footsteps softly plodded in the rich soil while the birds and mosquitos sang him a farewell lullaby. A small leap caught his eye, and he watched a tree frog make its way from plant to plant. One jump brought him to a leaf on which Angelo saw the small body of a dead insect. From its dried exoskeleton sprouted pure white minuscule mushrooms, curving from the victim like the necks of swans. As Angelo observed this Cordyceps fungus and the corpse that nourished it, he wondered at the mysterious dance between birth and rot, and the nebulous line between life and death in these haunted forests.
by Emily Shifflett
Who cares if I seem silly?
Who cares how odd I seem?
How can I otherwise show you,
What you mean to me?
One single arm span
Pales in sad compare
To show how much you are
This second standing there
You can roll your eyes at me right now
But listen to my words
No one can comprehend the truth
Even if you think this gesture for the birds
Race me to the sun
And still you’ll never know
You could travel to the very end of time
And the distance still won’t show
This is how I love you
This is for how long
This is for forever
And this is where you belong
* Inspired by “I Love You This Big” by Scotty McCreery
Note: We have noticed a lot of readers coming to our website as a result of certain search engine queries. These searches indicate to us that you, our readers, are looking for information and opinion about the water board candidates running in tomorrow’s election. Many, we know, have already voted. But for the others, we have taken all of the letters from our print version and lumped them here in this post to make it easy for you and, we hope, easier for you to make up your minds. The latest are the ones at the top and from there they go back in time. Editorials are at the end.
Letter writers are wrong about Byrne and ‘scare tactics’
Vicki Pearse, in her letter (October 21 issue) accused Jeanne Byrne of using “scare tactics” in her campaign. Time to set the record straight with facts.
The Cease and Desist Order states as of December 31, 2016 Cal Am pumping from the Carmel River is limited to its legal right of 3,376 acre feet. Fact.
The adjudication order for the Seaside Basin states Cal Am pumping from that basin is limited to 2,299 acre feet for 2017 and 1,820 acre feet in 2018. Fact.
Residential water use will be limited to 35 gallons per day per person (current use, 60 gallons per day per person). Fact.
This means the hospitality industry, for example, could be out of business without replacement water. 20,000+ jobs lost. $40 million of local tax revenues generated gone and TOT revenue drastically diluted, directly impacting city services. All fact. Read more…»
by Eugenia Wang
Can I confess to shooting blanks
And say I didn’t even try
And should you ask and to this day
I never could have told you why
That night I stood beneath the midnight quilt
And contemplated sky
Beneath the stars and minor moon
I watched the bullets fly
If I should have seen their deaths
I would have seen them die
But as it was with bated breath
I saw the seconds by.
by Emily Long
You were a pen in the hand of an unworthy writer,
Spilling your nonrenewable blood for an untold story, dying as a martyr for a cause you didn’t believe in.
You were a bird chirping on a painted windowsill,
Melodious arias set afloat by the rustling breeze, and yet the window remained closed to you.
You were the arms of a sun,
Reaching for a girl terrified of the hazards of warmth, so she shed your embrace like a dead skin and returned to the familiar pain of cold.
You were the polished ivory keys of a baby grand piano,
Beckoning and begging to be caressed again, your unrequited love amplified by the silent corridors.
You were the playful waves,
Lapping at the toes of passersby, rejected by those who forgot how to feel, let alone feel joy.
You were the snow in the eyelashes, the dusty stuffed bunny, the red balloon amongst the cotton-candy clouds, the voice resonating through the body’s every atom,
And I just didn’t listen.
By Marge Ann Jameson
Two state officials have issued proposed decisions, viewed as very important steps on the road to completion of the Regional Water Project. The decision could modify the proposed Settlement Agreement among the parties and hopefully result in approval of the Regional Water Project. Both officials recommend approval of the desalination project agreement as the most feasible way to provide water for customers of California American Water, the utility most of the Monterey Peninsula; but there are some differences in how they suggest that project go forward.
After a series of public meetings and input by Cal Am, Marina Coast Water District and the Monterey County Water Resources Agency — the three “partners” to the project — PUC Commissioner John Bohn and Administrative Law Judge Angela Minkin issued the rulings last week. Judge Minkin is the presiding officer in the proceeding while Bohn is a commissioner on the Public Utilities Commission.
Lowering cost caps and limiting cost recovery from customers in the event of cost overruns are two of the proposed changes. In fact, Minkin suggests that Cal Am be prohibited from charging customers for cost overruns for the Cal Am-only facilities. She suggests a capital cost cap of $95 million (which was the most probably estimated cost of construction) with an absolute cost cap of $106.875 million. Costs over that absolute cost cap could not be charged back to ratepayers according to Minkin’s proposal.
Bohn leaves that door open a bit by suggesting the company be allowed to charge customers for cost overruns if “exceptional circumstances” can be proven in a “rigorous reasonableness review.” Read more…»
There’s a little item on the Pacific Grove City Council Agenda for Oct. 7, 2010 that most people will merely glance at. It’s a mere resolution, placed on the consent agenda because it’s not controversial and, having been through committees and the proper bidding process, probably needs no more scrutiny.
It’s the story of how it got to the City Council that is interesting. And it points to the fact that the Campaign of Crankiness, as council member Lisa Bennett termed it, is not over. Not by a long shot.
The item is about awarding a contract to paint the Pacific Grove Museum of Natural History. The City has agreed it’s responsible for the building while the Foundation takes care of the day-to-day running of this venerable institution. We, the citizens of Pacific Grove, own the building and the collection, the Foundation meets the payroll and puts on the exhibits.
Simple, right? The Museum, looking a little seedy, needs a paint job. Put it out to bid and then vote on it and paint the darned Museum. Staff estimates the cost at $25,000 and we have a contractor who meets our requirements who bid the job at $13,750. Add a little for the contingencies, and voila! The Museum gets a badly needed paint job, under budget. Simple.
Now let’s choose a color. Read more…»
Christopher Veloz, the 19 year-old accused of hosting a party where minors were served alcohol (against a Pacific Grove city ordinance), has pleaded no contest to the misdemeanor charge and, in an agreement among the defense attorney, the City’s attorney and the judge was sentenced to six months in county jail, suspended for one year provided Veloz submits proof he has finished 40 hours of community service by Jan. 7. The case will likely be reviewed in September and Veloz may seek to have the suspended sentence lifted and the misdemeanor conviction converted to an infraction.
This is not even a slap on the wrist. It’s more akin to a disapproving glance. Read more…»
If you’ve been reading Cedar Street Times, you know that our butterfly sanctuary got a bit of a haircut last season and that, coupled with a bad year for butterfly numbers made for an abysmal tourist season in the Monarch Sanctuary. So a friend of mine, Bob Pacelli, a professional videographer (Bosnia, Nicaragua, Afghanistan, Cambodia for the UN – no amateur, he) who has made a documentary about the Monarchs decided that he would mount a campaign to get some potted trees to put in between the naked ones to break the wind so to speak so the flutterbies would have something to cling to when they come back (God willin’) next week.
Enter 87 year-old Helen, who lives at the local old folks’ residence and is a professional Butterfly Benefactor. She is also my buddy. [She's the one who brought me some plastic lilies that have a solar-powered light so they charge in the daytime and emit a bilious glow at night as a hostess gift one time. I exclaimed as how they would look lovely in my back yard (far away from the eyes of my unfortunate neighbors) but she said no, they had to go in the front. I told her I thought they could be stolen, lovely as they are, but she said if they got stolen to just tell her and she'd buy me some more. Privately I thought I would put them in the bushes and then when she went away I'd pull them out again, but just then she said, “And I'll drive by often to make sure they're still working!” So now we have these plastic light-up lilies in our front yard. But I digress.] Read more…»
The Pacific Grove City Council entertained six applicants at a special meeting Tues., June 1, all vying for the seat on the council vacated by Deborah Lindsay. The top three candidates were Dan Miller, Rudy Fischer and William Fredrickson. Miller, who had missed a seat on the council in the last election and was not chosen when two other seats became vacant, was the choice this time around.
Miller did not list a vocation on his application. He is 54 and a native of Pacific Grove. Among the issues he wishes to see the Council address during his tenure — five months — he listed completion of the Bath House, restoration of the lighthouse, funding of the library, stabilization of the city’s finances, paying down unfunded liabilities, and a “fair” tree ordinance.
Miller will serve until the general election in November, when six of the seven seats are up for election. The only councilmember not facing election will be Bill Kampe, whose term expires in 2012.
By Darci D’Anna and Cameron Douglas
The April 20 explosion on the Deepwater Horizon oilrig, and the rig’s subsequent sinking two days later, created an undersea oil gusher that some are calling the worst environmental disaster of our time. Viewing aerial photos of the spreading oil plume can impart a feeling of helplessness, but not for the people at an organization called Matter of Trust. And not for a growing group of Pacific Grove businesses.
Many of our local haircutters and some pet groomers are finding a way to help with the Gulf oil spill. Under the guidance of distribution facilitator Matter of Trust, an ecological charity, these local businesses are helping other communities by sending hair clippings to warehouses along the Gulf Coast to be made into oil capturing “hair booms.” Vigorous response from salon owners shows a very caring attitude and willingness to make an active contribution towards stewarding the environment. Read more…»
Last night, May 7, I attended a slide presentation by Jim Heitzman of Marina Coast Water District. We, as a newspaper, sponsored the talk and question-and-answer session afterward with Heitzman and Craig Anthony, CEO of California-American Water.
While I’ve seen the bulk of the presentation before, there is always something new to glean in reviewing a subject. And what I gleaned from this presentation came as a bit of a shock.
This is a replacement water project. It does not increase the supply to Pacific Grove nor provide any additional water Read more…»
Council member Deborah Lindsay announces her resignation today from Pacific Grove City Council effective May 6th, 2010 due to family issues. “It is with deep regret that I must make this announcement. It has been my greatest honor to work with the Citizens, Council and Staff of Pacific Grove.” While on council Lindsay served on the Transportation Agency of Monterey County, the Pacific Grove Natural History Museum Board, and Chaired the Ad Hoc Water Alternative Subcommittee and was a strong proponent of sustainability and natural resource conservation on the Monterey Peninsula.
Yet another second-hand store has approached the Powers That Be about the possibility of opening a store in Pacific Grove. And they have been sent on their way yet again. Sally Ann apparently isn’t welcome in PG. Or is she? When does Used Stuff become an antique. . .or even Lovely Junque? Who buys that stuff anyway? Read more…»
Another year of Pacific Grove’s Good Old Days celebration has come and gone, and though this year it was Good Old Day, it pointed out all that is quintessentially Pacific Grove.
My mother, wrapped in a borrowed jacket, perched in a lawn chair in front of the police station and waving her American flag donated by Sahin Gunsel at Union Bank, commented that the parade was better this year than ever – and not just because I was in it with our restored muscle car. Horses and clowns, Snick in his lobster suit, crowds of children, floats, flags and bagpipes, politicos and military. . .it was all that a small town parade ought to be, and the Rotary are to be commended for the clockwork efficiency and near-perfect mix. Read more…»
By Cameron Douglas
To stop or not to stop? That is the question many drivers seem to ask themselves at the intersection of Gibson and Fountain. Currently, those traveling on Fountain are required to stop: those traveling on Gibson are not. But they want to – most of the time. This and other safety concerns crossed the agenda of the Traffic Safety Commission on July 14. Read more…»
Tuesday morning, June 9, downtown Pacific Grove merchants and citizens woke up to the cheerful sight of American flags flapping gaily from lamp posts on Forest Avenue and up and down Lighthouse Avenue. The flags were installed thanks to the cooperation of the Business Improvement district, the Chamber of Commerce and individual businesses and will remain flying until Labor Day. Nearly 40 lamp posts were decorated in preparation for Flag Day (June 14) and the Fourth of July, while a few more remain to be repaired. The eventual total will be 44 lamp posts, each with three flags. Read more…»
They come to Pacific Grove Community High School for many reasons, but they’re all going places when they graduate. On their last day of high school, they were finishing up their yearbook and looking forward to the summer vacation. Younger students were working on the computers, painting banners, reading. The students are self-motivated and have diverse skills and aspirations, and the best part is that they all seem to be friends.
Pacific Grove Museum Foundation member Judd Perry told the City Council that he and other volunteers have spent what amounts to thousands of hours working on details of an agreement between the newly-formed foundation and the City of Pacific Grove to form a public/private partnership operating agreement and lease for the Pacific Grove Museum of Natural History.
The Museum Association has spent countless hours on the agreement, and will hold another meeting next Wednesday, June 11. Read more…»
By Cameron Douglas
In the summer before her seventh grade, Jeehee Cho moved from Pleasant Grove, Utah, to Pacific Grove, California. Since then, her academic and athletic achievements have accelerated to the honor of class Valedictorian for 2009. Jeehee took time out from her busy schedule to stop in and chat with Cedar Street Times.
CST: What motivates you?
CHO: Education is a big part of the Korean culture. My dad came to the U.S. to go to graduate school at Brigham Young University, and decided to stay because there are so many educational opportunities in this country. He wanted his children to have that. Education has been a really big part of our family. My parents have always supported me through it. They’ve never pressured me. They just told me to do my best. Going off to college, I take that same idea. I want to gain a better understanding of everything that’s going on. I want to have enough education to educate my children as well.
CST: Are you thinking of home schooling at some point? Read more…»
At a special reception on May 19, 2009 for seniors, their parents and guests, a number of scholarships and awards were presented to graduating Pacific Grove High School seniors. The awards were presented by the donors, faculty and staff. We are pleased to present the list of donors and recipients.
Pacific Grove Rotary Club Scholarship …………………………Anna Spade & Alexander Spears
Presenter: Stephanie Lee
A T & T Pebble Beach Junior Golf Assoc. Junior Golf Scholarship ………..Michael Yanoska
Presenter: Ted Hollister, DVM
Granite Construction Company Golden Rule Leadership Award ……………..Lillian Clements
Presenter: Spencer Wright
C.L. & Mary Dean Kier Scholarship…………………………………… …………………..Sarah Dennis
Presenter: Ms. Lou Godfrey & Mr. Sam Kier
Pacific Grove Masonic Lodge Scholarship #331 ……………………… Alison Lord, Anna Spade
Presenters: David Salinger & Kurt Ferguson
Monterey County Association of Realtors Scholarship ………………………….Brandon Cepress
Presenter: Ms. Noni McVey
First United Methodist Church …………………………………………………Uri Hong & Jeehee Cho,
Presenter: Sam & Betty Kier Read more…»
Photographs, Artwork and Memorabilia of the 1960s and 70s
Saturday, June 6, 2009, 3 to 6 pm, at Tillie Gort’s Café, 111 Central Avenue, Pacific Grove, CA 93950.
Photographs by John McCleary, who will sign copies of his books, Monterey Peninsula People and The Hippie Dictionary. Complimentary hors d’oeuvres and wine tasting will be provided by Tillie Gort¹s. Artwork and photographs by various artists of, and from, the 60s and 70s will also be displayed.
Tillie Gort’s was one of the most popular coffee houses of the hippie counterculture. It is celebrating its 40th year of business and is the one of the oldest restaurants of its kind in the United States.
John McCleary is a widely known photographer and author of the hippie counterculture. He was a cook at ‘Tillie’s’ in the early 1970s, a rock and roll photographer, a world traveler, and is the author of The Hippie Dictionary: A Cultural Encyclopedia of the 1960s and 1970s.
Donations have been received from Juanita Anderson, Robert Armstrong, Jo Dean Axline, Carolyn Berry, Carole Bestor, Joanne Bevilacqua, Meg Biddle, Beverly Borgman, Patricia Borgman, JoAnne Perrault Boulger, Al Brevard, Josie Anne Cameron, Fred Carvell, Clark Coleman, Alex Collier, Noriko Yoshikawa Constant, Debra K. Davalos, The Estate of Dianetha, Phyllis Donohue, Charlene Doran, Tom Dornbach, Michael Duffy, Renee G. Eaton, Sandra Eckhart, Gene Elmore, Edward Eyth, Mark Farina, Snick Farkas, Rene Flippo, Jane Flury, Caroline Gordon, Jacquelyn Haag, Julie Heilman, Mary Hill, Peter Hiller, David Hohmann, Art & Cindy Horning, Peggy Hutton, Rama P. Jama, Barbara Johnson, Cheryl Kampe, Anita Kaplan, Ruby Katayama, Michaela Kempton, Cleo Kent-Davy, Joann Kiehn, Mary Kay King, Carole Klein, Anne Kmetovic, Santoshi Lama, Jim Lambert, Francyne Laney, David Lazarony, Ed Leeper, Brooks Leffler, David Leonard, Jeanne W. Lilly, Laura Lockett, Janet K. Long, Karen Mahaney Low, Elaine Mackoff, Jim Maraccini, Rick McGarrity, Pat McKitrick, Alicia Meheen, George Menasco, Elizabeth Meyer, Barbara Monning, Steven F. Munsie, Delphie Myron-Russell, F Nguyen, Nancy Nix, Arlene Vonnegut Nolan, Barbara Norton, Helen Ogden, Demaris L. Olson, Claire Oppenhuizen, Marie O’Rielly, Andrew Passell, Corazon T. Patricio, Connie Pearlstein, Rita Pescatore, Michelle Pisciotta, Peter Plamondon, Marcia Poroy, Maria Prince, Nancy Raven, Cynthia Ricketts-Wasley, Marybeth Rinehart, Alice Geller Robertson, Paige Robertson, Gary Shallcross, Gloria Shaw, Yana Shevchenko, Peter Silzer, Rebekah Sisk, Susan T. Reith, Patricia Skinner, Tim Sloan, Lesley Anne Spowart, W. F. Stone, Jr., Colleen Sundquist, Pamela Takigawa, Gretchen Taylor, Sheila Tanguy Tracey, Julie Terflinger, Robin Way, Al Weber, Sally Weil, Laura Williams, Don Wobber, Fay Wu, Terrence Zito, Patricia Zobel, Helma Zeuge, and several Anonymous Donors.
Each piece of art is displayed above a box, into which ticket holders may place raffle tickets. Ticket sales will begin at 7 pm on opening night, Friday, May 29, 2009, and will continue through the drawing at 7 pm on Wednesday evening, July 8th. Tickets are $3 each, or 10 for $25. This is a great opportunity to do some shopping for gifts or for a little something to adorn your own walls. Support the Art Center and have fun at the same time!
Journal to the Self Workshop with Barbara Lazarony. Monday, June 1-July 6, 2009, 7-9 pm. $195 for Art Center Members, $225 for non-members. Find your authentic creative voice with paper, pen, and a desire to explore yourself, your life, and your relationships; all in a community of like-minded people. For beginning to experienced journal writers with 1-2+ years of experience. To register, contact Barbara Lazarony at 831-332-1553 or firstname.lastname@example.org.
Elements of Abstract Painting for Adults with Dante Rondo. Three Sessions: Thursdays, June 2-25; July 2-30; and August 6-27, 6:30-9 pm. $60 for four classes. This class is devoted to individual exploration of process and inspiration in abstract painting. Strong emphasis on tonal range, color, and design. Paint, oils and/or acrylics on paper. Students should bring their own materials. To register, call Dante Rondo at 626-4259.
Painting and Drawing for Teens ages 13-17 with Dante Rondo. Mondays, June 22-July 6, 2009, 10:30 am-1 pm. $45 for three classes. July 20-August 10, 2009, $60 for four classes. To register, call Dante Rondo at 626-4259.
Plein Air Painting Out & About with Mark Farina. Friday through Sunday, June 26-28, 2009, 9 am – 4 pm. $350 per person (limit 8 students). Outdoor painting instruction at Elkhorn Slough, Moss Landing, and Marina Dunes. Oil and watercolor demonstrations. Focus on fundamental painting techniques. To register, call Mark Farina at 831-373-0886.
Indoor Still-Life Workshop, Oil & Watercolor Demos, with Mark Farina. Saturday and Sunday, August 1 and 2, 2009, 9 am – 4 pm. $250 per student (12 max.) Location: Pacific Grove Art Center. Focus on drawing and painting fundamentals. Oil and watercolor demonstrations each day. Class limited to 8 students. To register, call Mark Farina at 831-373-0886.