OH California Dreaming what a movie. First time I watched it I was only caught up in the scenery and living every shot. I know the rough feel of the yellow rocks that make up the sea wall, the splintery pier pilings, and the softness of the sand that runs the beach, the smell and coolness of the foggy beach morning. I know how good the food smells and tastes coming from the Custom House, the Exhilaration of riding a skateboard dome the front street hill and the fear that comes from speed wobbles, and the sounds coming from the girls showers and the great looks of the tans on the boys who hung around them: in every seen there is a snickering of my childhood. I know the boys names looking though the peep hole and I grin at boy (Matt) with his oh so familiar chipped tooth and wild hair. Duke’s was even a stop on our school bus route. What times I had growing up in such a town in such a time. It was two years ago when I saw the movie for the first time, I was eight when it came out so no wonder my parents did not take us to the infamous movie made in Avila (I had no idea there were boobs in it). The next few times I watched I realized the was a plot and well not a very good one but who cares the memories and great times are all there in the back ground. And let’s not forget The Fremont Theater I have been going there my whole life and thank God that has not changed not like Avila has. I still love my beloved Avila It’s where everything in my life happened. First jobs, first loves, first losses, first legal drinks and first hangovers (not in that order). And it’s not over yet!!! Hey Clara love you my best Avila friend, Rhonda
* RIP James your smlie still brightens my days!