Archive for January, 2010

Nicole called to ask me whether I had any Baja memories and I told her I was drawing a blank. Now, at four in the morning I can’t sleep because my mind is going a mile a minute. That denoted real fast, but I guess only to us old timers I can’t remember hearing it from the mouths of you young whipper snappers. When I first moved out to California from Philadelphia in 1964 I discovered Baja, at the time it was basically only Tijuana and Ensenada. I got myself a plane and found out there was a little more down there. One of my earliest trips abroad was to Bahia de los Angeles with my wife in my Convair L-13, a plane nobody remembers. I was still a student pilot and technically it was illegal to have anyone with me, but I’ve been known to break a rule or two. Lucky for me she thought I could do no wrong. think of those girls who recklessly go para sailing. They faithfully allow themselves to get towed behind a speedboat because of their memories of being safe with daddy. We guys know better and stay away from the parachute rides. continue