ARTS A-PLENTY: They were new (part-time) additions to Santa Barbara, and they didn’t arrive in a beat-up 1974 Chevy wagon with 300,000 weary miles on it, a mattress on the roof, and the dangling muffler clanging on the road.
The couple clearly had bucks, were from a wealthy Chicago suburb, had bought in a high-end neighborhood here without too much apparent sticker shock, had a kid at Stanford, and didn’t quite know what to think of their new winter getaway.
Sue and I encountered them sitting alone outside the tent where locals were loudly schmoozing before the Ramsey Lewis/John Pizzarelli jazz concert.