Blog entry from March about P.G. Juice n Java piling trash in the planter box next to the overflowing dumpster.
Box with address.
It’s still there, though in a BIG way.
Notice on dumpster fence
Pallets, paper and cardboard. Certainly combustible. So, does this qualify as an “accumulation”? Or does LBAM Moth spray fireproof rubbish?
More signs.
We have open house signs that block sidewalks:
Merchant signs cluttering up “Historic Downtown”
Now get ready for more trashy advertising with “Estate Sales”
Estate Sales? Why not just sell it at the antiques store, who proudly proclaims what it is . . in a sandwich board sign:
. . but PG does offer fashionable accessories recycled from Prunedale Junkyards.
$141 for an old license plate made into a purse. Wow.
Abalone for $1.50 wow. What’s the date? 1950s?
Don’t you forget – “Little Pig Sausages Served Anytime”
Postcard – shows that it was where the Tinnery now is.
October 17, 1989 – the Loma Prieta Earthquake took down lots of unreinforced masonry buildings –
In Santa Cruz:
And in Salinas:
Notice that there are warnings on every ‘historic’ building downtown:
Be safe when shopping, stay out of unsafe buildings – shop the big box stores.
Is P.G. trying too hard to be another Carmel? Think about it – bistros, art galleries and no streetlights sounds very Carmel to me.
The ‘cobra’ lights west of Congress are on
But the fake antique lights are OUT!
Turn Out The Streetlights – Why?
Another Furniture store goes into “We Quit” mode. Will they stick around for the annual going out of business sale like the Lane store?
No Foul, No Loss – the rusty yard decor store moved to the Grove building in PG. This was at onetime a store that residents went to for small motor repair or power tools, Brody’s.
Let’s hope so. Sitting empty (next to another storefront that’s been vacant since April) is Edward Welter gallery.
Some say that galleries really do nothing for the town’s economy. They are closed more than the are open and generate less sales tax than retail would.
Detective Lisa Spurlock has a problem. It’s 1972, and she’s working to solve the murder of a teacher of Russian in the small coastal community of Pacific Grove, California, while at the same time coping with the chauvinistic viewpoints of some of her male cohorts. In the course of her investigation, Lisa learns a few things about Russians and their language, about her fellow police officers, and about surviving as a woman in a traditionally masculine domain.
