I sometimes daydream that I'll one day buy a piece of land back in the hills of Monterey and spend my last days smelling the sweet breeze and hearing the ocean.
It's where I started this life, so it's special to me.
It's where I started this life, so it's special to me.
I recall visiting my maternal uncle's chicken ranch in Anaheim in the early 1950's and being awakened by the crowing of roosters. My mother described the ranch as being "way out in the country." One of his customers was Knott's Berry Farm, and if you ordered a chicken dinner there in the 1950's, chances are that you ate one of his chickens. Today, a storage area of Disneyland occupies the site of his ranch.
In 1963, finally having had it with the smog and the freeways being built through his property, he moved up to Pacific Grove, where for $30,000, he bought a large home on a big lot, complete with Monterey cypress trees and a view of the ocean. He spent the rest of his life there.