|L'Hirondelle on the Royal Road in San Juan Capo|
It wasn't that bad. I slept through the freeway sounds, drab decor and the train whistle 5x in the night. From my window, I watched the patrons of said In 'n' Out enjoy their burgers and fries with the zeal and reverence many people reserve for religious parades and self-flagellation. I enjoyed L'Hirondelle, the Mozart Café, the Los Rios historic district and the wedding, spiced with paella, dancing and karaoke.
I came home, I packed and left the next day for an unexpected funeral up north. Expected or no, funerals are downers. This was no exception. My cousin, Chuck, was a fine man, a loving husband, a caring father, and cut down in the prime of his life. We were and are all very blue at his passing.
I looked at my cousins, our first time together in several decades, and realized this is how it's going to be-- we'll see each other on the funeral circuit. The new generation may offer some weddings we can attend in the future, but, so far, nothing.On my way home, I stopped in Hanford to meet with Sunny Frazier, my acquisitions editor at Oak Tree Press. As we had done once before this past spring, we met for a quick bite at Superior Dairy. When I first saw it in March, I knew it had to be a Huell Howser haunt.
"Oh yes," said Sunny, "he's filmed every square inch of this place several times."
|Home of giant portions of frozen confections|
|Amanda Dollman servin' up a sundae|
That's right. It's TODAY. Go out and do your patriotic duty. Go get yourself a brain freeze with sprinkles on top.