I woke up at the crack. Not exactly sure why I do this, but it seems to be engineered into my molecules. I headed down Mission and got on the 101 going north. Destination – Lompoc. There are a few memories that are seared into the cells of my grey matter. One of the, a very very early one is of a 50′s style diner that my folks took us to eat at when I was barely old enough to eat real food. One of the most powerful images in that kaleidoscope is of a table top juke box. Thanks to google images, here is exactly the jukebox that I remember…
This is by no means the most amazing thing about my junket today. The most amazing thing is the next picture. This one is for my sister Trink.
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I hope to type a much more detailed post tomorrow. The day was really amazing. Many more pictures and stories to come. Stay tuned.