Flog & Blog: musing about Jay Sebring

I’m now in Morgan Hill, which used to be a wide spot in the road on El Camino Real (now 101) but I think is becoming an outlet store mecca. Not as much of an outlet mecca as Gilroy is, though, and as soon as I get to Gilroy, I will be heading onto 5, which is faster though less scenic than Highway 101. Both, of course, are even less scenic than Highway 1 which would probably send me over a Big Sur cliff if I tried to blog from while driving.

My goal is to stop at 3 bookstores on my drive today and end up at my 4th, Book Soup, tonight at 7. Of course, I’ve hit some traffic, setting me behind schedule. But in this traffic, my Chrysler Sebring rental car has given me a chance to reflect on what is, for me, the nature of the name Sebring: Jay Sebring, who was killed with Sharon Tate in the Manson murders. His girlfriend was heir to the Folger coffee fortune — and I think she was also killed that night. Anyway, besides reminding me of mass murder, my Sebring and its current tank of gas will take me a little bit beyond where Mission San Miguel is on the 101, and then I will combine a pit stop with a refreshment break.