Zane Grey | Saying nothing in particular

The island of Santa Catalina is also famous for something it lacks. Something most Americans think is a necessity. Something they simply can’t do without. Can you guess what it is?

Cars! Islanders and tourists get around on electric powered golf carts. There are a few gas powered vehicles but not many.

But unless you live on one of the hills, walking is the best way to see the town’s many eclectic shops and restaurants.

A peek into the window. The store opened and closed on “island time” (whenever the owner felt like it and he wasn’t feeling it when we were there)

As I mentioned before, the island has long attracted sport fisherman, primarily those hoping to hook a blue fin tuna.

Front entrance to the Tuna Club of Avalon, America’s oldest fishing club (circa 1898) whose members have included three presidents, Winston Churchill, Cecil B. Demille, Charlie Chaplin and Bing Crosby and …

Zane Grey, considered the Father of the Western genre

Before they get established, most writers have a “day job” which supports them. Grey’s day job was, well, interesting for a man who once said “Realism is death to me. I cannot stand life as it is” and described his black spell as “a hyena lying in ambush.”

He was a … dentist. A dentist who really really liked to fish. And, in order to spend more time at sea, toward the end of his life Grey built a getaway on the Island.