Being a Legand us no big deal. Like, lifeguards, trash collecters, beachcombers, volley ballers. it's just something you do when you go to the beach.
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WELCOME TO THE BEACH!
Being a Legand us no big deal. Like, lifeguards, trash collecters, beachcombers, volley ballers. it's just something you do when you go to the beach.
I sure hope this BLOG proof reader doesn't go to sleep at the switch again. Nothing but good news today. All traffic on I-5 is working. Poor people don't realize between the El Toro split and San Yskidro it is a No Way Rene dilema. There's but one choice Slim and none and Slim just rode ot of town on a horse 20 minutes ago. Have a great day to all of you. I never did get a nibble with my aluminiun can fishing pole.
The other day I unraveled yards if bird nest discarded nylon twine, straighwened it, wound it tighy around an aluminim can, wiighted it with a used spark plug, baited and hooked it, twirled it above my head and cast off. That was five hours ago and I'm still waiting for a nibble. Wish me luck.
Back to the salt mines today. Yes, I'm giving one more try at the SANO Dope Line. For the last two days I suffered through the serenity oh San Clemente Pier Area. It was soothing but at the same time refreshing. I hope THEBIGKOOK'S there tommorrow because I'm bringing my new talking dog, Wonder Boy. I do hope rvery one does like him because Wonder Boy has a knack for giving winners at Del Mar before the race is run.
I always loved walking on the oier at sunrise. Rummaging through trash cans has always been heavenly, easpecially when they stink of discarded hammerhead shark innards. But for every smelly container there's a clean one packed with bird neat nylon fish line tangled beyond belief. Here's the scenario: boiling hot Starbuck's Expresso mud, zucchini muffen cotten gloves, and surgical tweezers. I sit on my bench all day, ffeding my bird friends, waving at the train driver, (I think his name is Ed), listening to my favorite radio news program. It's a wonderful life down hear at the pier site.
If you remember the aroma of salt-water taffy, corn-dogs, burgers and fries, lime snow cones, mustard and relish , Coney Island Hot Dogs, packaged potato chips, chili-size chocolate malteds, cotten candy, then you are beach peep.