THE CITY -
I lived in the (Haight-Ashbury) San Francisco for part of my childhood and then when things started to
From a early age, I saw same sex couples, lived around people of different nationalities, cultures and religions. I learned about earthquakes, and we wore dog-tags in school. I lived among beatniks, Gypsies, and Italian restaurants. And when we would drive in city, we would pass North Beach - home of the Topless Bars and strip clubs.
Then we moved to this sleepy coastal town. Quiet. BORING! It was July and all the kids were on vacation so I didn't get a chance to find friends until school. My new friends soon showed me how to have fun, the small-town-way, and I did grow to LOVE it.
There was the Dairy, we would all go for ice cream. It had a old porch with a squeaky screen door that would slam. We would trek down the creek to the ocean - we would trespass on farmers property and climb trees or pick veggies. A few times, the farmer had to get out his pellet gun. That was always exciting! Of course the beach was always there. I lived just 2 miles from the ocean. My dad loved to fish for sea bass. Someone would announce in our neighborhood that the "Bass was running" and all the dad's would get into their trucks, take us kids - and we'd go down and watch them fish - have a big bon fire and a fish fry.
We would eat fresh artichokes, lettuce and strawberries, grown on the coast and throw pumpkins out on the coast highway after a football game in the Fall.
Now my sleepy little coastal town is a bit bigger and a tourist destination, with high class hotels and trendy expensive, beach-front rentals and the Worlds Nicest Taco Bell