Wish you were here...

Sorry to miss you all on Thursday. I have been on California time, which means of course, the east coast is three or four days ahead of me. Nine days of non-stop public radio schmoozing has left my schmoozer all kaput. I am glad to be home, even though it means going through pollen season all over again. California, I must report, has the great good taste to run Amtrak along the beach for 30 miles going into San Diego. Bill claims it is paradise, finding filet of beef salad on the menu. I can't disagree, looking down the beach walk, along which roll the perfectly shaped and tanned on rollerblades. Then a geek superhero floats by, George Jetson-like, on a gyroscopically-stabilized People Mover, preceded by a scold of gulls. Whhrrr.