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.
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Thrown out of spaceship by mutinous crew for reading Vogan Poetry, now living in inner space. Seeking Higher relationship with Universe. Stuck on Earth for now, but will hitch ride to any higher dimension, planet or time. Have fluffy towel and Thumb Ring, will ride in cargo bay. View all posts by The Wandering Raconteur