For about four years, one night each week I’d head east from Oxnard to Newbury Park on Potrero Road, the old Conejo Grade, much was steep and winding with fine curves…ideal for my Mustang ragtop. Returning uphill at 10 PM, Potrero had no traffic at all, and I could let the Mustang be the sports car Ford designed. When approaching a curve, I let off the gas to decrease my speed…braking while turning doesn’t give you optimal control. No one ever caught or passed me on that road, and I felt pretty confident about my cornering, until…
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A week last fall, relaxing at a timeshare in Palm Desert. A day, Wednesday, kicking back at the pool, as I read while Sheila floated. A nap in the room completed the laziness, but we anticipated Happy Hour at our favored Trilussa. But when we found it jammed, another disappointed diner suggested nearby Enzo, so off we went. Suspiciously the parking lot had just one car, and the worker who came out if the closed café recommended O’Caines Irish Pub. A longer journey, but this third time was a charm, and we enjoyed a tasty burger and Guinness’ stout. Several pictures of John Jameson, the founder of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey, the world’s best seller, graced the place and intrigued me. He’s a relative…
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