It was raining as I left Los Algodones and headed out across the Imperial Valley. Through El Centro, past Plaster City and Forrester Road, where a truck accident in 1978 cost a young trucker his job. Normally in day light, I would have taken the mountain roads to the Coast, but I was scared what with the rain and darkness and aliens and ghosts and monsters and no cell phones… you got it! So amazingly I arrived at my older brother’s house in Laguna Hills at 9:30 on Monday night, after wisely taking the freeway, I-8 west to I-5 north. Tuesday morning I played Tourist in Laguna Beach, California. This is the original Hippie town, a town of Arts and Croissnants, fer shure, and where we would go cruisin’ and surfin’ and such in High school.
