I’m chatting with a friend from years past who also grew up in SoCal not far from my childhood stomping grounds. While lamenting the loss of perpetual perfect beach weather after leaving SoCal for many years, neither of us miss the CRAP-TON OF PEOPLE clogging freeways and stores and everywhere.
Here is a quintessential tale of growing up in SoCal from our chat:
Do you remember going into a restaurant, asking the greeter “How long is the wait?”, being told “45 minutes to an hour”, and deciding to wait because that is a reasonable amount of time to wait when you’re hungry RIGHT NOW? Yeah, I don’t miss that.