Another photo from the Archives of Oblivion. As children, my sister and I were repeatedly thrown into the back seats of our parent's current car, and day and night tripped to all points of the compass via California's modern highway system. This had its pluses and negatives.
The plus side was we saw every inch of the Magical Mystery Tour. The negative was it usually destroyed any free time/dream time I had to escape from the prison system of Orange County Elementary School. If we left Sunday afternoon, it meant by the time we got back home late Sunday night, the Hell of the Monday morning Fullerton Penal System beckoned much too soon.
How many trips to Riverside for ice cream at 31 Flavours? Or even onward to Palm Springs or Hemet? Those 3 B-Movie towns: Banning, Beaumont and Baker. Like Lawrence on his way to the desert. Did he stop at Stuckey's, for dates?
The photo is from an early trip to Santa Barbara. This was one of premonition. I remember visiting the Mission for the first time, feeling a connection with Zorro. Did I think I would live later as an adult down the street?
In the photo, a visit to the Santa Barbara Museum of Natural History. Today, I think of it as the place where Space Pirate Radio presented the debut of Breton harpist extraordinaire, Alan Stivell.
I do have a very vivid memory of driving down State Street to the ocean. Seeing the tower of the fabulous Arlington Theatre on the right side. And then the majestic Granada Theatre on the left. I, in the backseat, turned and marveled at the building. I found myself fixated on the 8th Floor windows. It seemed inviting and familiar.
I had a distinct childlike feeling that this town would someday be home.