August 28, 2025
Flew back from San Diego yesterday after a cool four days on Mission Beach.
(on the flight home to Phoenix.)
Here I am actually wearing a sweatshirt in August! Damn, it must have been 70 degrees out with a sea breeze. B-r-r-r-r-r-r-r!!!
So my grandson Weston asked me to show him a "hippie" and I confidently said I would. I just assumed we would see one within two minutes, but alas they have disappeared off the boardwalk. Sure, I saw old surfers who might have been hippies back in the day, but they had somewhere along the line cleaned up and got a haircut, put on some shoes and otherwise left the Hippie Trail.
Here's my daughter Deena and her kids and me wearing my straw beach hat. The word "Studio" on my shirt is an inside joke with Kathy when I asked her where she was going and she replied, "Jazzercize" and I said, "Thank God you have that shirt on that says "Jazzercize" or I would never know. So, for my birthday she got me the "Studio" shirt so she will know where I am going when I walk out the front door. In this next part of the story, just know that this is the hat I have on.
All Day And Still No Hippies?!
At the end of the day, the kids went down to Belmont Park to ride some rides and I was sitting outside alone looking at the waves and daydreaming about a day without deadlines when I heard a voice behind me. "Nice hat." I turned to see this old hippie guy flashing a peace sign.
Peace Out Amigo!Almost gone, but not forgotten.
"Today a hippie flashed me half a peace sign. Weird."
—Old Zonie Observation
"That's the Name of the Game"
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