State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Some years ago our white Honda station wagon died. Well, not exactly. A mere 72 hours of curbside quiescence and she was expensively tagged […]
Caught by the Bus
Jeff Wing
Hair Today
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Yeah, baby. You’ve probably seen me promenading about this American Riviera in my ill-advisedly tight black tee-shirt and ancient Chuck Taylors, strutting down State […]
My Name is Jeff, and I Use Unconscionably Oblique Verbiage
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing “Writer’s Conference”. This horror-term is enough to break the spirit. Whisper these two little words to the most intransigent prisoner in the joint and […]
The Tail-Gunner’s Gift : John Holman’s Picaresque Odyssey Down Under
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing In the turbulent weeks before D-Day—the massive allied coastal invasion that heralded the beginning of the end of WWII—a Royal Air Force Stirling bomber […]
Alice Keck Park Memorial Garden – The Eden That Oil Built
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing In the very heart of our domed Xanadu-by-the-Sea, there exists a publicly beloved green idyll; a sun-dappled shire of exotic flora laced by twisty […]
Santa Barbara Has The Dtease. And It Feels Pretty Darned Good.
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Something truly indescribable is happening in downtown Santa Barbara. That was the rumor, anyway. As any local knows, something indescribable erupting in downtown Santa […]
Why and How: The Miracle of the Water
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing These questions haunt our age: Why do men with bushy Friedrich Nietzsche moustaches torment us by eating eat ice cream cones? By what strange […]
Midnight Plane to Houston
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing I haven’t always been a badass, powerfully attractive finger-snappin’ older gentleman riding the beach town vibe with mad panache. In 1973 I lived […]
Crappy Camper
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Day 1 – The Ascent As we head north to Big Sur from Santa Barbara along Historic Highway One, the famously serpentine route winds […]
Teleology, Cosmology, Tautology. Rinse and Repeat
State Street Scribe by Jeff Wing Why does the country seem to become more interestingly spiritual as you move from east to west? Out east you have Plymouth Rock and […]