car·riage re·turn

n. the lever or mechanism on a typewriter that would cause the cylinder on which the paper was held (the carriage) to return to the left margin of the page


Photopost:Grams was right.

A slice of downtown San Diego at night

Grams,my paternal grandmother,loved San Diego.  When I was growing up,every so often she’d head out there on a vacation or to a food service convention,and when she would come home I always knew she had a blast.

Part of the attraction for her was nostalgia,I think.  She left home (Fountain City,Wisconsin) and a good job with the telephone company to take a vacation to visit my grandfather,who was in the Navy and stationed in San Diego.  They weren’t married at the time,but they were when the time came for Grams to return to Wisconsin and her job.  She didn’t go back until Gramps was discharged a few years later,and in many cases I think Grams viewed San Diego as the place where she came into her own life.

Grams liked San Diego for other reasons,too,reasons I didn’t understand until this last year.  I’ve never cared for Southern California;the congestion on the roads,the self-absorbed population,the too-hot climate all turned me off early on.

Somehow,completely against my line of thinking,San Diego’s managed to carve out a fond place in my heart.  It’s a spectacularly beautiful city,especially at night.  The downtown area’s the one of the best I’ve ever been in,not only in the United States,but in the world,especially if you’re hungry or looking to be entertained.

I’m not going to trumpet the merits of San Diego,however.  I’m just going to link to the beautiful photos I’ve collected and let them do the talking.  If you’ve never visited out here before,don’t waste any more time.  It’s more than worth it.

And that’s coming from a guy that hates Southern California.

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