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Called "Smaller Home and Garden, the house features "high ceilings, large windows, and airy skylights," not to mention lots of imitation redwood panelling. Hanging plants optional and Cuisinart not included...
...attraction was the breathtakingly beautiful campus built amid a redwood forest high above California's Monterey Bay (students quickly dubbed the resort-like U.C.S.C. "Uncle Charley's Summer Camp"). Another was Santa Cruz's remarkable educational mission. Clark Kerr, longtime president of California's statewide university, had conceived Santa Cruz as a quiet, human-sized island within the state's gargantuan system. It was built around a collection of intimate colleges for students and faculty, as at Oxford. To Kerr's unexceptionable dream were added other more radical ideas in tune with the rebellious...
...show the people in Boston how to have a good time." Band leader Steve Pappas--a ringer for Roger Daltry--seemed to be doing just that. His long bleached curls flopped up and down for two hours, as much a part of the show as the human redwood trees that danced around the musicians...
...worth of television and video-tape equipment. She called the cops. The Oakland P.D., in the person of Patrolman Monte Beers, responded in short order. While checking out the perpetrator's point of entry, Officer Beers later reported, he spotted some long-leafed plants growing in redwood boxes on the balcony in the rear of the house. They were not zinnias. To Officer Beers' trained eye they looked like Cannabis saliva, a.k.a. marijuana...
...redwood house above the shifting kelp beds and nocturnal sea of Carmel, an old man is playing the piano, not too well. The room is large, worn and comfortable, decked with the heterogeneous souvenirs of a long life?rows of Indian pottery, elegantly woven tribal baskets and a huge Chinese ceremonial drum. The piano player's head, a bald mass, gleams in the light. His hands, swollen from arthritis, hardened by decades of immersion in darkroom chemicals, skitter over the keys, assaulting the same phrase again and again. "Damn," he says, "I've lost it." But not altogether. Once...