The Cambrian
To make it easier readers to share your suggestions, you’re encouraged to stop by between 2 and 3 p.m. the first Friday of the month — this month, that’s Friday, Nov. 6 — for “Front Porch Friday.” I’ll be on the front porch to hear your ideas and talk about how The
J ill Turnbow of Cambria says serving the Desert Shield and Desert Storm theater changed her life—but she went as a trouper, not a trooper, to entertain, not to fight.
F inal, formal, unanimous approval by county supervisors of purchase of a new building on Oct. 27 means the doors to a new home for the Cambria Library could open in two years.
County planners have postponed a decision on plans by State Parks to add some amenities to Harmony Headlands State Park.
We almost had a fire at the Homeless Animal Rescue Team (HART) animal shelter on Main Street; one of our heating pads malfunctioned. I had it set on low, but it burned through the outer plastic and the bedding, all in less than an hour.
We were experiencing the first big storm in our Top-of-the-World home on a rain-drenched, wind-tossed Tuesday, Oct. 13. Bang! Crash! It’s proving to be a slightly daunting but informative adventure, one that reminds us about some less-publicized hazards of living surrounded by trees, especially our beloved Monterey pines.
Events
LandWatch San Luis Obispo County would like to make sure Cambrians understand its lawsuit against Cambria Community Services District.
During my 25 years in the fire service, it was not uncommon to respond to a fatal heart attack or stroke during the holidays. Grandparents, in particular, were vulnerable to the stress of making a long trip and having a different daily routine while visiting family members — this strain and excitement was especially difficult for elderly people who were not in the best of health. A fatal attack on Christmas Day happened several times.
Policy overreaches
I never heard of “trick or treating” until I married and moved with John into one of the shack communities located along California’s beaches, long before the $6 million dollar mansions took over. When the tricksters pounded on our rickety door, John opened it to the chant of “trick or treat!” He was caught completely unprepared. In desperation, he pulled some change from his pocket and gave the children a dime apiece.
I confess. I committed a federal offense, but received only a curt, courteous warning. In the past, I was wise enough to know I could not tape a non-sticking postage stamp to my envelope, because the cancelling machine couldn’t mark it. I used to soak the previous glue-style stamp in order to re-use one which I had not mailed, and attach it with tacky glue.
