Here on California's central coast, the most glorious weather comes not in summer, when tourists gather, but in fall, after the crowds have gone home. So last weekend, I hunkered down outside a streetside coffee house to enjoy the sunshine and general quiet, armed with a cup of dark roast, an Ed Gorman western, and a ten-buck Macanudo. But my splendid afternoon was crudely interrupted. Two grinning teens danced up and pushed a red-white-and-blue "Re-elect Gray Davis for Governor" sign in my face. They looked too young to even vote for the shady little conman. Caught off guard, I barked … Continue reading Don’t Vote