While at my core, I am forever the boy from New York City, it’s now been 50 years since my first trip to California and the stirrings within me that said sometime soon, home was going to be on the Lower West Side of the Country and not Manhattan. The combination of warm weather, palm trees and a spirit of forever young would prove impossible to resist. Being a Big Ten guy (THE Ohio State University), I had a yearly case of the Rose Bowl fever that would grip football fans watching from cold climes every New Years Day… where in Pasadena the grass was green, the mountains purple and the girls like the sun, golden and a welcome sight to behold.
Sounds like you’re working for the Southern California Chamber of Commerce. I guess you made the right decision 36 years ago, I wish I shared your positivity and enthusiasm for the area. My 5 year experience was 180degrees from yours. But as you say, a lot depends on what you are doing; a shot job in paradise can turn it all into hell.
I hope the “pouring” ends soon and the sun shines on you for the 320 days and beyond.
Sounds like you’re working for the Southern California Chamber of Commerce. I guess you made the right decision 36 years ago, I wish I shared your positivity and enthusiasm for the area. My 5 year experience was 180degrees from yours. But as you say, a lot depends on what you are doing; a shot job in paradise can turn it all into hell.
I hope the “pouring” ends soon and the sun shines on you for the 320 days and beyond.
Love this! well said, my friend... and it never rains here...
Exquisite essay! Living just a few short 101 exits to the south, I couldn’t agree with you more. Let the sunshine in!