Huntington Beach

  Whereas San Diego offers many more attractions than Huntington Beach, it can't compete with Surf City, U.S.A. Yes I love Little Italy, the Gas Lamp,  Seaport Village and many other venues. But for me give me Surf City's Huntington Beach anytime.   Now I had no intention of driving south to this surfing beach, but the Spanish lady took too long to register at the Carlsbad Motel Six. "God spoke. George, get your ass out of Carlsbad and visit Brother Mel-at once!" I did not need to be asked twice by God.
   It took me over one hour to register at the Westminster Motel Six. My co-pilot God was with me every every step of the way as my car inched up towards our exit on he right side of the 405. I needed a nap as my shirt was soaked. I did not know it then but the beginning of a Santa Ana was looming up ahead.
   I did see Mel at his Assistant Living Apartments. He was relieved when I granted his wishes and did not sit with him in the first sitting in the dining area. A Latin assistant had pointed at me from the outside of the administrators room Of course I did not wish to have Miser Edward get a kick out of flicking me out of the dining area. Edward, like many Assistant Living managers, they quake when anything does not go there miserly way. But that is a story for another day.
   After I parked, Mel followed me close behind. He is almost to totally blind. It was so clear I could hold hands with Catalina Island A bevy of colorful kites did the swing and two step overhead. 
  I sat Mel down on the concrete bleachers and made my way to the sand. I wished to huddle under the shade of the pier. I watched a few volleyball games and relived the time I played almost as well. good. 
   Without any fog, everything was in 3 D. A California Aggie band gave pomp and ceremony to the sound of rally music. They played their horns while walking around the bleachers. Brother Mel seemed to be happy. Of course he just loves music. 
  While on the strand,  bikes, surreys, runners and walkers enjoyed the day. I turned around but saw no Mel. I thought he must have gone to the bathroom. One hour later, i saw no Mel but turned it over to God. In my mind I thought this beautiful day was a good time to bet lost. 
   It was my brother Mel who had first discovered these beaches about forty years ago. The beaches were covered with black gold, tar, and derricks worked everywhere without a rest. Today, it is a gala parade of sun worshipers who wished to flee their hot abodes for a place in he sun. 
   People of every race and color had migrated to the beach to get cool. They were unaware that the temps on the beach were as high as those in land. The temperatures approached ninety degrees-quite high for only March. 
   Several Asians pointed their long cameras towards the kites and then the surfers. Some must have wondered about the large mass o land in the ocean. 
   Way back in the twenties, Catalina had the Casino Ballroom and also the Phil Wriggly's Chicago Cubs practice on the island for spring training. 
   After locating my brother who had gone to Jack's fpr a much needed toilet break, we celebrated the day by going to the In-and-Out Burger. 
   My body had more zip to it today. There is nothing like Huntington beach on a hot summer day-Yes, the summer began early.