by Andrew Goff
My path to Tomo was delayed for about half an hour Sunday night when the curiosity stemming from the giant bubbles floating over my head inflicted me with temporary sushi hunger amnesia.
The source? Crescent City resident Janice Morgan. She and a companion had driven to Fortuna for the Redwood AutoXpo and decided to stop by the Arcata Plaza on their way home to birth some captivating bigass bubbles.
"Everybody likes bubbles," she theorizes.
She'd seen a man in the U.K. in an online video whose passion for bubbling inspired her to take up the art. She crafted her own bubble making tool using crochet needles and yarn. "Sweatshirt strings work best," she confessed.
These days she bubbles in public often -- recently adding bubbles to the Crescent City Fourth of July Parade. On this night -- standing on the corner of the Plaza in front of the Jacoby Storehouse -- two youngsters were determined to burst every bubble she produced forcing the parents to establish popping regulations. "Don't pop the big ones," they pleaded. The kids almost complied.
So, if you're the kind of person that would lay in the grass for thirty minutes to witness the life and death of hundreds of amoebish floating soap spheres, scroll down kids. If you need the latest debt crises minutia, move along, newshound.
CLICK "MORE," BUBBLEHEADS!
(Psst... you can right click/view image to make these bigger. Bigger bubbles, people!)