The Magic of Big Sur Jade, a short story
Yesterday, Rock Knocker went to his dentist in Morro Bay and called me after to let me know how happy he was with the cost of his new teeth.
Today, I went to Home Depot in Atascadero. My dog sitter was with me. I took a piece of red oak plank to be cut. The young man who cut it complimented the dog sitter on the jade he was wearing. (Brought back from NZ for dog sitting.) I complimented him on the jade he was wearing. “Big Sur Jade,” he said.
“We are from Big Sur, just above Jade Cove.” I said.
He whips out his cell phone to show me a photo of a nice blue jade piece. “This guy at the dentist’s office where my girlfriend works gave everyone in the office a pocket piece of Big Sur Jade yesterday.”
“Does your girlfriend workin Morro Bay?”
“Yes, how did you know?”
“That guy is my ex, and current, Rock Knocker.”
“Wow. What is your name?” Introductions and smiles all around.
Ah, yes. The Magic of Big Sur Jade.