In the 80’s we moved into one of the houses in the development that supposedly inspired Malvina Reynolds to write the ticky tacky song “Little Boxes”. The house was on a high hill overlooking the city and had the most spectactular views of the town. There were often days when there were brilliant blue skies above us, but below was nothing but a carpet of cloud with the city invisible beneath it. The folks beneath the clouds called it fog. Anyway, the house was a good 5 miles inland from the very visible ocean, and the prevailing winds brought salty ocean air directly to the house. There were no screens on any of the windows, but a flying bug in the house was a great rarity. In fact, if you left the front door open to create a draft, birds would sometimes fly through the house confusing the huge picture window visible from the front door as through passage. The lucky ones would make it through the open portion of the window. The unlucky ones would either be ambushed by our amazing cat who would literally bat them out of the air, or they would fly full speed into the glass—smack! The bugs that flew in would likewise be dispatched by the cat which would kill anything that moved in the house.