I woke up this morning in Big Sur after barfing my way up the last 40 miles of the 101 last night. What can I say? No one warns you about the post-stroke anxiety attacks. I think it was that last shot of the coast off Cambria as the sun went down that sent me into orbit. I mean, I literally catapulted my body clear over the console from the front to the back seat to roll down the window…
