You've got the pleasure boats rocking in the harbor and the sky and water a brilliant marine blue. Now imagine about two dozen sea lions barking and bellowing on a rock in the background. Your stomach is full of clam chowder and fingers sticky with cotton candy. The smell of fish fills the salty air, and the warped wood of the boardwalk feels uneven but solid beneath your feet. It's a long way from the East Village to the West coast, but on some graffiti-crusted, bus exhaust fume-filled days, a little California dreaming doesn't do a bit of harm.
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which, of course, immediately brings to mind:
"I can hear us wakin'/the breakers breakin'/the seagulls squakin'/'hoo hoo'!" - Sweeney Todd
as I'm sure it does for many a reader over here at &7.
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I miss the links today. You usually lead us to such interesting links!!!!
Happy 94. Have a great 94 and 95. See you on 96!
I know, I know! It's because California makes me lazy. I'd get nothing done if I lived somewhere as beautiful as this.
This is like Miller walking into the front room: the image is playful and and superficial. I prefered it when you hunched over your desk. Back wench!
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