I’m going home.

I’ll be gone December 11 – 16. I’m going to visit my family out in San Diego. It’s been a while. My Dad tells me that I will not recognize the area around the airport or Downtown. I don’t care as long as Ocean Beach is the same.

Ocean Beach is the anti-Ocean City. It is a raucous reminder that the 60s has not perished everywhere but has morphed from Acid to Ecstasy, from leaf to bud, from Karl Marx to Jerry Brown for president. Here is a zip code of potheads that would not allow a Dunk’n Donut in the neighborhood because they can’t abide the décor. I heart Ocean Beach. Needless to say I will not be visiting my old haunts with my parents. But if I can just drive through the neighborhood…