Coores Light and Airborne. Let us stop for a second and ponder this picture. There is a duality to it that is so serene. One glass says chill out, the other says party time. Welzie drank them both. It's party time. After a pretty good stretch of being on the road the miles have apparently worn on one crow. Mentioning a scratchy throat he slinked off to the super and picked up an 18 pack and a package of Airborne. Tonight is a sort of 4th of July pub/bbq crawl for friends of ours down here in SD and Welzie is putting his game face on. Today was spent hopping around to surf shops in the San Diego area, none of which we found very appealing except for one. Surf Indian in Pacific Beach really caught our attention. The owner Chris was a great guy who seemed to be very hip to the surf scene and also charming with the ladies that passed through the shop while we were around. Our type of guy. We also checked out Sunset Cliffs for surf but it was pretty small so we meandered back to Nick's Cousin Miles and his wife Leanna's awesome house. One thing that is interesting about their house is that it is directly below the approach for San Diego International airport. As the planes come in the sound of their engines echo though the house... Miles and Leanna say that you get used to it, but I keep having Vietnam flashbacks... or something. I'm not sure, maybe it's WWII I'm remembering... either way I keep getting the feeling that I need to run out and man the anti-aircraft guns. Incoming airplanes are sketchy but bring back fond memories of hopping to-and-fro from Santa Cruz to Hawaii. Time to hop out to this crawl. Have a good evening- Carl
