If grasshoppers voted


Excuse my speling but I’m a grasshopper who recently learnt to read on discarded candy wrappers littering the beach. I’ve been here forever and remember the real Malibu with butterflies (chatty prima donnas), finely attired, dining on wild flowers. Fascinated by them, they kept me laughing, gossiping about arrogant biker bees speeding at 90 mph. I dozed contentedly in the afternoon sea breezes and had open spaces 2 jump 2 my heart’s content! I jumped everywhere, morning, noon, and night, for the fun of it! Every time, I jumpt highr to where the sky and ocean met me. Sunrises and sunsets were breathtaking! There were so many of us back then. We were convinced this was heaven and that God loved us best!

Soon my jumping spaces shrunk to the size of a postage stamp, and not just because I grew a little bigger. Once, someone dropped a lit cigarette without a backward glance. I stared in disbelief. Traffic and polluted waters, did humans even care?

Fire! The word instilled terror in us. Our numbers dwindled, friends moved away. The butterflies fled, tattered and frayed. Would no one rescue us?

We got informed 2 better prepare ourselves, especially those of us who move a little slower. We heard thru the grapevine that Malibu City Council is having elections. As far as we’re concerned, there is one candidate who truly cares about our environment and cared for us over the years. He’s full of integrity, adhering 2 high moral principles standing up for the good of this community. We have even seen him picking up litter along the highway. No fanfare, just making it nicer for everyone. That’s just how he is. He’s brought awareness to our beloved Malibu and lovingly cared for the Malibu Pier like a doting son. We are in good hands with “the only surfing candidate.”

I cannot jump as much as I used to, but sometimes, when the sun meets the ocean and the breeze is just right, I jump and remember.


Dictated by Linda Vallejo