He dropped down to the coast, enduring the freeway for a few miles, keeping an eye out for dolphins where the highway edged close to the shore. Through the traffic of Santa Barbara, the city where, it is said, old people go to visit their parents. And up the big, long hill toward Santa Ynez. Maybe get some lunch, taste a nice Pinot Noir or two in the vineyards up there-the ones in that movie Sideways, the one where those two guys from L.A. had all that fun-and all that trouble. His old buddy Steve wouldn't approve-at least of the wine-tasting part-but he wasn't here now, was he?