9/7/19
As I walk to the grocery store this morning to buy supplies for the first week of the ride all is calm and quiet on the San Diego Boardwalk.
I pass two young beauties dressed in skimpy bathing suites…everybody has a perfect body here… I hear one say to the other “ I don’t know who I am…”
A few steps later I turn to my right to see HER nailed to the wall and wonder if SHE knows who she is…
“ ,,A piece of driftwood”… she whispers to me…
Never be surprised by California…
Time Travelling with a Guardian Angel 