October 13, 2004 A day at the beach.

Long before freeways and toll roads surfaced, gas was .19 cents a gallon.
Telegraph Rd. traversed west to east through L.A., in front of Goodrich
Tire. At 5:00 AM traffic was sparse except for an occasional street sweeper
chugging along at a snails pace. Los Angeles was a nice place, especially at dawn.
It may have taken an hour and one half to journey from Los Angeles to San
Onofre, but the trip was worth it, especially the turn from Coast Highway
101 to a primitive dirt road paralelling the seascape. The beach was almost
always empty save for a squadron of soaring pelicans on the lookout for a
tasty morsel. It was very quiet. San Onofre was isolated with sometimes as
many as a dozen autos. I can't go on, it's too devastating. San Onofre has
become a inner city beach and no body wants to do aything about it.
I'm proud to announce you'll never see ne there again. God bless all of you.

Written by the Undertaker.
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