Muscle Beach, California

The Travails of George continued in Huntington Beach. Still closeted in bed two of room 136, Mel is is still eating and walking. The city undertaker removed two to the gurney earlier, but Mel fights to stay alive by moving and eating.
  The other day I had a fight with the social worker. She has done nothing to move Mel into a bed and care home. Chris wished for me to do the leg work when that is her job. ""I will compromise with you Mr.." I cut her off!
  "You job is to get him into the bed and care, but I will do you a favor. Make a few calls to make sure there are openings and will take one with Brother's Mel's ailments.
   "I will give you a list and you do it!" 
   As you can see, there is a lack of transparency, and accountability at the Sea Crest Health Center. They still do everything the old fashion way. Why I can't even get a list of his medication. Do they wish I get a power of attorney. No! I am throwing it back into their face.
With a heavy inversion layer of muck, pollen and mold it has been a struggle to breathe, much less walk anywhere.
   Huntington Beach has no transportation system like San Diego, Carlsbad or Los Angeles. The rails from the Red Line train have been severed for a long time. It takes me four buses and two trains to visit my daughter in Los Angeles. Yesterday morning i needed to ventilate so I took the 29 Metro bus to the Buena Park Train Station.
   I climbed aboard the nine thirty Metro headed for Los Angeles. I arrived at about ten and walked to to the underground to pick up the Purple Line. I got off on Seventh Street and took two staircases to street level.
   Outside now, the sky opened up and I could breathe. There was no inversion layer but just like when Moses parted the ocean, I could walk without straining my lungs. The westerly winds were just what the good-old-doctor ordered.
   I ordered two microfilms of the All Star Game held in Chicago in 1940 and J-Pegged the pictures needed for my Schindler Story. I couldn't help but see the damage done by the German bombing of London and a caricature of Joe Stalin lynching Trotsky. Trotsky had been assassinated in Mexico must prior to Chicago's All Star Game.
   Inside the bathrooms, the homeless wash and do everything that they would do if inside their own bathroom: washing socks, brushing teeth and spending a long time in the toilet compartment. It is a friendly library.
  At one o'clock I decided to go to Santa Monica, but not ride the merry-go-round, just see how the Expo line has changed the demographics of Santa Monica. The Rapid Purple bus took me to Fourth Street where I walked down Colorado and joined the multitude of folks who had arrived by train, skateboard, bike or car.
  I felt like a football game would be played on the beach, instead crowds huddled everywhere. Thursday Night would have a live band, but more than that, Santa Monica was the attraction. I went to the bathrooms next to the gymnastic apparatus and took-it-all-in. Next to me a many dressed in a costume played with some kind of a spider. Across was a man who climbed the ropes and dangled on the bars with his feet.
  "What kind of a spider ya-got there?"
   "Baby scorpion...It is non lethal...Mother is home. She eats grasshoppers, dead mice and just about anything..found her in Simi Valley under rocks."
   Just then I heard a thunder of applause.
   A man was swinging from one ring to the next and so forth and then returning The man who had assailed and climbed the ropes came over and saw something moving. He ran after a sand mouse. Now as it was getting late and the Hot Dog on a Stick had a line of over fifty people. I decided to return on the EXPO LINE.
  I spent a total of $1.50 to return to Huntington Beach with a new found energy. But my day was not over. At the Pacific View outdoor patio, a man played the violin like nobody could to thunderous ovations. I took it all in until my seven fifty five 29 bus arrived and I treated myself to a Brothers Five hamburger.