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Canine Crazy in Carmel
Tuesday, October 02, 2007
It had been sixteen years since I was last in Carmel, and that was just a drive-by. Honestly, I don't think I even got out of the car. But I found myself back there this past weekend to participate in the first (and hopefully) annual Carmel Authors and Ideas Festival, which featured some 30 authors. I was honored to be included in the lineup, which included Frank McCourt, Doris Kearns Goodwin, Seymour Hersh, Elizabeth Edwards, Irshad Manji, Douglas Brinkley, Firoozeh Dumas, and many other great writers. The event was the brainchild of two Carmel residents, Jim and Cynthia McGillen, who poured endless hours and a lot of their own money into making a dream become a reality. Hats off to Jim and Cindy for pulling this off, with only two months prep time, with nary a hitch, and for being excellent hosts. I flew in directly from South Florida on Saturday where I spoke at the annual National Writers Workshop in Fort Lauderdale, sponsored by my old paper the South Florida Sun-Sentinel. I arrived in Carmel after dark and was taken directly to the beach, where I joined a bonfire cookout in progress, complete with an Irish balladeer and a Jack London impersonator. The best show of the night, though, was above....the stars were phenomenal.
Carmel was just the balm I needed after a hectic week on the road. The weather was perfect, the views amazing and the beach inviting. Once I got down on the sand I found out why Carmel is known not only as one of America's wealthiest enclaves, but one of the most dog friendly, too. There were four-legged beach bums everywhere. And I'm talking dozens. They raced through the surf, frolicked in the sand, and hopped in the air. And they all seemed driven by the same singular passion. A passion more powerful than the drive for food or sex: Chasing balls. Among the most hardcore ball chasers were the Labrador retrievers, of course. And unlike Marley, they actually returned the balls to their owners to await another throw. At one point, I thought I was at a casting call for Marley the movie. A half dozen Marley look-alikes, some with equally goofy personalities, charged playfully at each other. There is no happiness in this life like the happiness of a dog on the beach with a ball on its mouth. Naturally, that made me pretty darn happy, too.
I'm writing this from the tiny airport in Monterey, a few miles north of Carmel, waiting for my flight home to Philadelphia via Phoenix. My weekend on the California coast was splendid, but it will be good to get home.
That's it for now. Thanks to everyone who came out to my recent signings in Ohio and Florida. And of course here in California.
posted by John Grogan at 11:58 AM
 
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For a long time I admired Marley and Me from a distance. I wanted to read it but didn't want to face what I knew would be the inevitable ending.
My wife finally bought it and brought it home and after keeping it at arms distance for weeks, I broke down and read it.
I laughed, I remembered all the Marley's of my life and I cried for all those I've had in my 51 years of life.
I thank you for showing me it's OK. God bless you sir.
Dave Frazier
Denison, IA.
Hi, John!
I finished your book today. I love it. It was one of the best that I read. I laughed and cried with Marley & Me...
I really love animals and dogs are my favourite!
I have a schnauzer miniature, and he is so crazy and needy of affection, but he is my best friend, Like Marley was yours and every dog are.
I'm from Sao Paulo, Brazil, and here this book is famous too! Congratulations!
Say hello to Jenny, Patrick, Conor, Colleen and your new dog!
Bye-bye!