I lived in this idyllic village just north of
San Francisco for a decade or more and, now that I pause to describe
it, realize that time and place was all about revitalization.
We bought a small house and remodeled. I went back to work, repurposing
my career in journalism to public relations. I wrote stories late
at night, retooling my past. And I joined The Larkspur Community
(TLC) to help my friend, Maryjane Dunstan, save the downtown merchants
from the drain of two shopping malls in the neighboring town.
We started with pole banners, which are still
flying. And then an Historic District, a street party and eventually
an annual Food and Flower Festival to celebrate our climate and
the cluster of fine restaurants. Meanwhile, my friends Joyce Ortega
and Phyllis Maytii, spearheaded a drive to save King Mountain,
hovering above in the background, as official open space. Rulli's
moved in next to Maryjane's bookstore, offering gorgeous desserts
with Italian ices and coffees, and soon after, The Left Bank graced
the corner with the best of French cuisine. The Lark Theater reopened
as an independent film venue and thank goodness, The Silver Peso
held on as an unholy den of smoke and tall tales.
If you visit Northern California, I highly recommend
the 12-mile drive from the City. Take a shopping stroll along
Magnolia Avenue, grab lunch or maybe coffee on the sidewalk at
Rulli's while you narrow down your choices. You can follow with
a hike into the redwood canyon, a bike ride on miles of paved
trails, or a slow drive through what has become a very tony haven
of liberal prosperity. Drop me a line and let me know if you fell
in love with it, too.