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Letters to the Editor
If you have something you think Montecito should know about, or wish to respond to something you read in the Journal, we want to hear from you. Please send all such correspondence to: Montecito Journal, Letters to the Editor, 1206 Coast Village Circle, Suite H, Montecito, CA. 93108. You can also FAX such mail to: (805) 969-6654, or E-mail to letters@montecitojournal.net May Day
Twas the weekend of May Day And all through the house Many heroes went shopping By using a mouse
The shops were all quiet Their doors were all locked Covid 19 had closed them Though the shelves remained stocked
The ca-ching of their registers Silent had grown Their customers, clients and friends Had stayed home
But then with a zoom-bred idea in their eyes A team of wild locals Did a rescue devise To devise, analyze and design such a din
That community wallets would open and spill Comfort, encouragement, cash in the Till Of businesses scattered around Montecito Providing what many now call necessito
And so the wild locals they set it in motion An event with no tent just emphatic emotion To save our sweet village of shops, near and nearer Skill, time and vision… what could be more sincerer?
The cash mob! “Reprise it,” one of them hollered And so the wild locals agreed to be bothered To zoom and to zoom and to zoom once again So as the web master reported success Cash mobsters did this quaint hamlet bless With hope, heart and cash for our villages spun To push back the gloom, to undo what So out of this May Day event we declare: That community rises to help and to care “We’re in this together” the pundits averred But our zip code has shown there is cash in that word
Tangible help, not mere words, mostly empties Our hood stepped right up by the 5’s, 10’s and 20’s And as the night fades, as the weekend gives way You can hear the streets echo, you can hear the street say
On Buckley, on Blitzer on Herrick & Copus On Lurie, Stahl, Byrne, DelaBarre and Rock-us There’s gratitude ample to spread all around But especially to those with tired feet on the ground
To pull off this weekend, these seventy hours To love our community To love deeply what’s ours.
Bob Ludwick Montecito
LETTERS Page 274
Here on my patio life has returned to normal, sadly so. Ten minutes ago, I was sitting peacefully, meditating, the song birds singing more beautifully without competition from the environment, and the sounds of nature filling me up. Suddenly I am brought back to the sound of a leaf blower across the mountain. So, I go back, attempting to incorporate the irritating sound, somehow. Just as I was managing, an airplane flies by, a jet I imagine. Ok, that’s just a moment. All of a sudden I began to hear the sounds of the freeway, a noise I never really associated with my patio sitting.
I am so so sad to lose the quiet. I had no idea how much it was affecting me.
Perhaps if I had not been outside the moment it switched, I would not have noticed tomorrow morning when I come out to give the birds their water. BUT NOW I DO KNOW WHAT THE QUIET MEANS AND I CAN’T UNKNOW IT.
I wonder how many friends, family, clients, will have the experience of losing some new way of being, or thinking, or appreciating something about their lives as they experience normalcy return. Normalcy will not return, in the way we know it.
People hidden behind masks, no one
WHEN BIG BANKS SAY NO,
WE SAY YES!
- TIM TAYLOR - YOUR LOCAL MORTGAGE LENDER
THE TAYLOR TEAM CLOSED $182 MILLION IN VOLUME IN 2019 TRADITIONAL PRODUCTS:
✓ JUMBO AND SUPER JUMBO ✓ LOW DOWN PAYMENT OPTIONS ✓ CONVENTIONAL
NICHE PRODUCTS:
✓ BRIDGE LOANS ✓ REVERSE EXCHANGE FINANCING ✓ LOT & CONSTRUCTION LOANS AND PERMANENT FINANCING ✓ 12 MONTH BANK STATEMENT FOR THE SELF-EMPLOYED
