Sailors and San Diego go together like scotch and soda. A special shout-out to MY favorite San Diego sailor, Captain Bobby, Balboa, 1994 to 1996. That was a happy time in my life.
My God. Life was beautiful then. Yeah, I was there. I’m probably over-romanticizing it. But I won’t apologize for that given what we now know was waiting down the road.
My God … satin running shorts. All that’s missing is the glitter ball and the roller skates. I like the lean physique, though. And do I see a mustache?
Every time I visit CoM I usually learn something new. Today I learned that I’m not alone having been shafted after paying a deposit. I paid two hundred. And I always thought I was smarter than that. (Apparently not.) So … it happens. And it sucks. And you learn from it and move on. My condolences to everyone it has happened to and my gratitude to everyone who told their stories here.