One of the better things about not driving anymore — seriously mature, visually impaired, among other things — is the people you meet. Those behind the wheel that pick you up, drive you around and bring you home again, or to hither and yon, your choice. I tell you this as a public service. Sure, there are friends and relatives who are happy to give a ride, but now and then, well, you know the rest.
Of course, if you live in the center of Pacific Grove, it’s an easy walk or stroll to Grove Market, Fandango or any number of fine establishments. On the other hand, if you want to visit Ryan Ranch, Monterey, Carmel, the airport or places in between and beyond, better to pay a little, with no strings attached. All of this takes me back to the good old days when we hitchhiked. Lots of stories there, but later.