I’m listening to a band at the Sand Bar in Capitola. I heard them playing as I was walking back to my car. My car is parked ten yards away. I parked there because it was the first open spot I found – most spots were filled. I came down to Capitola Beach because my two roommates were home talking and I wanted to go somewhere I could write. Normally, only one roommate would be there, but due to an unexpected illness of a friend, both were there.
All of these events are connected. It should seem obvious to you that events are connected. Now I’ll tell you something that is less obvious …
2015-0803M @ Sand Bar, Capitola Beach