Village Sweet Village


Your home extends beyond the walls you sleep within. It meanders down the streets of your neighborhood and sits in your favorite cafe. It shuffles its toes along the moist shore and hikes through dusty Eucalyptus groves. It sloshes through marshes and hiccups in pubs. It cools you during the summer and protects you during the infrequent storm. It grabs you for an adventure and nurses you when you are ill. People come and people go, but for us locals who spend their mornings in the awakening streets and their evenings in front of glowing sunsets, the village is our home.

What do you love about our village? The old weathered buildings of the North End? What about the plump trees that hang over Grand? Do you spend your weekends in the locals shops? Have you been in the new Magic Shop or do you prefer staying outside and watching the locals? Who is your favorite local and what shirt is he buying?

What do you love about our village?

5 Responses to “Village Sweet Village”

  1. 1 The Queen May 7th, 2008 at 4:14 pm

    This is the first year in YEARS i missed it!!!! I am SOOO sad…. I totally spaced!!!! How was it????

    What I love about the village….UUUMMMM….. the feeling of…..this is my home!!!!

  2. 2 bob May 8th, 2008 at 10:58 pm

    Here is what you missed:
    Wind chimes
    Rock made into a clock
    People selling insurance
    Crappy paintings

  3. 3 carissa May 9th, 2008 at 8:23 am

    Haha! OF COURSE Prince would be checkin’ out the Hawaiian shirts! That photo is classic.

  4. 4 Solie May 12th, 2008 at 10:08 am

    Oh the village! I miss sitting on my cornor watching the traffic go by, some stopping to ask where lego land is and sending them in the wrong direction. As far as favorite love of the village other then the fact we have one of the best breweries and bottle shops that I used to live at, I love the gaint twisted eucalyptus on elm and my favorite four way crossing would have to be State and Grand espically on mushrooms at 3 in the morning. Our local bums, Billy Brown the sober can collector who has been a local all his life, Bob who just moved up to Monterey because Billy harassed him about his drinking (I have to say I won’t miss taking him to the police station to get his bike and shit). And how about the “watcher” who sits on the cornors on Grand. Does anyone know his name? And how I will never forget good ol’ Same Ol’. Man I miss that guy. Oh the good old village…

  5. 5 lily Jun 5th, 2008 at 2:30 pm

    Haha that guy in the shirt. He has a huge black moustache. He lives in the same apartments as my best friend..I’ve been seeing him around Cbad as long as I can remember. Interesting fellow who wears nothing but Hawaiian shirts.

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