Tag Archives: San Diego

Where You’re Meant to Be

No sooner had I begun to get used to Yakima than I was jerked away. But already I am getting ahead of my story. It begins…  No, there is no beginning; it only continues… We take up our story in … Continue reading

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The United States Considered as a Jigsaw Puzzle of Disparate Tourist Attractions

Recently I have been writing a series of articles about the United States, moving state by state, one after another, from west to east.  Because they are written for travelers, the articles deal mostly with places tourists might want to … Continue reading

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The Second Stratum

I have lately been concerned, nearly obsessed, with the homeless I see around me on the streets of San Diego.  Why?  Because it’s easy to empathize with them.  I am jobless at the moment and it is not easy to … Continue reading

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The Myth of the Perfect Person

I notice it in every medium, every aspect of society:  advertising touts it, of course, on TV, on the internet, on posters and placards, in brochures and pamphlets and magazines; films and books present it in the subtleties of the … Continue reading

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Homeless

There are many homeless people here in San Diego.  I suppose I should make that statement more universal and say that there are many homeless people all around the world, but we need to zoom in on this particular situation.  … Continue reading

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The Terror of the Uncertain Moment

During the day, in the summer, the boardwalk at Pacific Beach in San Diego is full of cyclists, skateboarders, joggers, homeless tramps, and pedestrians.  The beach is full of sunbathers, Frisbee and football throwers, and more joggers.  The water itself, … Continue reading

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Awakening in the New World

The United States I left thirty-five years ago is not the same country to which I have returned.  It has changed in profound ways.  To me it is a new country, a foreign country to which I have to acclimatize … Continue reading

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