My long time friend Margie (not to be confused with “Marcia” in the last post) lives in El Cajon, just outside of San Diego. I have known her for 24 years. Back in 1993 when I decided to change everything about my life, get myself out of a bad marriage, sell my house and car, and transfer from Texas to Manhattan for a new job, Margie was my first New York friend. I had accepted a transfer as National Account Manager for American Express. My client would be the United Nations, and I would have an office on the 19th floor of the Secretariat Building. A big leap for a farm girl from Texas. Continue reading
Tag Archives: San Diego
One if by Land, Two if by Sea
While I was in San Diego, I decided to call on a “friend of a friend.” My best sailing pal Nancy back in New York has a friend, Marcia, who lives full time on a 38 ft. Hunter in the marina on Harbor Island. I have long had a dream to live aboard a sailboat. In fact, were it not for my poor chart navigation skills, it might have been a sailboat rather than an RV… Continue reading
Called by the Lure of the Sea
Aaaaaahhhhh…..now that feels better! Nothing sooths my desert scorched nerves like the sight of the ocean. And nothing needed soothing like my desert scorched nerves!
I hadn’t originally planned to return to San Diego, but I had a few things I wanted to get done here. First and foremost, I needed a beach fix. And the fact that my favorite beach here just happens to be across the bike path from the brewery, well…. Continue reading
San Diego Scenes, Pt 1 of 5 — “The Markets…and the Beer!”
I am woefully behind on my blog, as usual. I am just now telling of an arrival in San Diego, while the rest of my friends and fellow bloggers have long moved on. So the next five posts will be short on prose, as I attempt to capture the essence of my two weeks in San Diego in subtitles…
First up…The Markets. And Beer! Continue reading
From one S.D. to the Next…Lessons Learned
I bid a sad farewell to the Sonoran Desert with a lump in my throat, and drove over the hills and through the woods to meet up with my posse at the Viejas Casino in Alpine, CA, where we would overnight and descend en masse on San Diego the following day. Continue reading