We live in one of the most beautiful (and expensive) places on earth.  In our case, we actually have a creek in the backyard on Polo Drive.  “Polo” Drive?  Yes, no polo ponies lately but the area was named thus because Sugar King Spreckels used the property for his clear-cut Polo Field fifty years ago. 

Everyone says, “Awesome” when they check the view.  But you pay a price for being surrounded by nature, as our neighbor, percussionist Steve Robertson learned the other day.  He was planning a get-together with drumming students and their parents.  He stepped outside to get things organized on the deck and heard a rather piercing snap.  Here’s what was awaiting him when he got back into his kitchen. A “widow-maker” came down during a light rain and poked into his roof.  Quite a conversation starter for his party.