We humans like to compare. Having grown up in a tony, somewhat isolated suburb of L.A., I was familiar with the sprawl of the giant city, the never ending sprawl down the coast to San Clemente, Nixon's Western White House, La Casa Pacifica, halfway to San Diego. L.A. had museums, The Natural History Museum near USC, the dinosaurs, it has the high-minded campus of UCLA with classy Rodeo Drive not far away.
But nothing like San Diego.
Balboa Park's Air and Space museum where I saw my first cloud chamber, cosmic particles hurtling toward me and passing through on their way from a distant supernova back to the heavens. Balboa Park, so elevated in experience compared to anywhere I've been in L.A., the incredible architecture. Del Coronado, the bridge, the classic hotel on the island. Hillcrest, not unlike West Hollywood, but much nicer, more friendly.
My friend just got back, we were partners from '85 to '94, we reminisced about visits to that incredible town, made me want to return to that city in the corner of our land.
But nothing like San Diego.
Balboa Park's Air and Space museum where I saw my first cloud chamber, cosmic particles hurtling toward me and passing through on their way from a distant supernova back to the heavens. Balboa Park, so elevated in experience compared to anywhere I've been in L.A., the incredible architecture. Del Coronado, the bridge, the classic hotel on the island. Hillcrest, not unlike West Hollywood, but much nicer, more friendly.
My friend just got back, we were partners from '85 to '94, we reminisced about visits to that incredible town, made me want to return to that city in the corner of our land.
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