Wednesday, I awoke with a start, finding my self in yet another strange room. I then realized that I was indeed at Addison's house. I felt kinda groggy, though having had enough sleep, I failed to brush my teeth before bed and woke up with the nasty sensation known as tobacco breath. This though was quickly remedied by a shower and a thorough brushing of my teeth and rinsing of my mouth. We ate breakfast and were out of the house by 9:00 to make our way back down the mountain and return to Escondido to the Residence of Fritz, our dear teacher, for local class.
Class was great. It was exciting to be live and local for the very first time. We discussed yet more of Karl Marx's ideas and ideals of economics and capitalism. Ending with a ironic and most sarcastic call to seize arms and further the global Marxist revolution. After class we stayed there to socialize with our classmates as well as visit Ryan's older sister Carrie who lives near by. Many of the GBTers also participate in a theatre class, so as the would be dramatists stole away to do their thing. Jenna, Jenny, Ryan, Addison and yours truly went to the closest Jamba Juice / Panera for lunch. an experience which was most delightful as I haven't until recently gotten to know either of the two ladies. We had great fun, discussing all manner of strange topics ranging from burps and hicoughs to accents and ideals. Thereafter, Jenny took Addison and Jenna home as Ryan and I continued our journey south, back to his home in El Cajon. Now, Chris, is Ryan's older brother, and by older I mean significantly older. In anycase, Chris lives right down the street from Ryan, and Chris has a Razor all terrain vehicle, and with his permission Ryan and I took it for a spin. We satisfied our curiosity for velocity that afternoon. We emerged victorious and mud spattered. After dinner and a brief wash up, we returned to Chris' abode to watch the latest episode of "dum dum dum duuuhm" Pysch, (Ryan's all time favorite TV show). The rest of the evening was spent watching community and updating our fine followers on Facebook, as we had begun to make a ~3 min long episode of what we had done each day. All in all, yet another great day!
Monday, March 26, 2012
Tuesday, March 20, 2012
Seizing the Day (part 1)
Tuesday proved to be a most serendipitously profitable and pleasantly enjoyable day. After a hearty breakfast of eggs and things, Ryan and I made our way towards Temecula with a brief stop off at a mall in Escondido in search of pants for Ryan and shoes for me. With no luck at the mall for either of us, we arrived before the door of our dear friends Christina and Hannah. They had invited us over for the afternoon and evening. We then aimed to go to the mall in Temecula, however they were curious as to the nature of longboarding, so Ryan and I obliged. The four of us then took turns riding around and embracing our inner "skater kid". Thereafter we piled into Christina's Corolla and hit up the mall where we stumbled upon Addison, yet another GBTer who lives in the area.
First stop was H&M as Ryan was still on the hunt for a pair of pants. Next we had a Grasshopper Frappacino at the Saint Arbuck's. Now, I'm not a big fan of coffee, and when I say not a big fan, I mean not at all. Nor tea for that matter. But the drink was a most interesting sensation for the taste buds and I'm glad I had the opportunity to try it, and even happier that there were others there that enjoyed it more than I. After that brief semi caffeinated intermezzo, we continued our window shopping until we came upon the Zumiez store, where I, in my ever present quest for a new pair of shoes, decided to browse the wares. I will confess that the purchasing of shoes never was my strong suit and not an activity I have pursued much in the recent past. Shortly into my decision making and hemming and hawing, both Ryan and Addison deserted me in favour of other pursuits, namely buying new Tee shirts in a store across the hall. So I was left to the indecisiveness of the Sisters L. who were self admittedly out of their sphere of knowledge as to the nature of shoes of the sort. My requirements for these shoes were "Classy yet casual, that I can skate in." The decision came down to two different styles of Vans. After having the Sales Rep. walk me through the pros and cons of both. And I finally decided upon the heavier, thicker soled Chukka Low's (black Denim/ Redline).
Positively delighted with my purchase, our gang proceeded to the closest Wetzel Pretzel stand and bought some cinnamon bites, which were positively delightfully delicious. Ryan and Addison had rejoined us previously and thereafter we made our way through a few other stores including, Abercrombie and Fitch, American Eagle, Bed, Bath and Beyond and a perfume store of some sort. Having agreed to meet up with yet another friend at the L's house before 6:00pm, we all squeezed cozily into the corolla, smelling like a french parfumerie, rolled down all the winds and began singing our hearts our to Coldplay's "Paradise" and other songs on Christina's in-Car mixed CD.
We pulled up just in time to find our friend Kylee H. also there. She had just arrived from dance practice of some kind, if memory serves, and while she changed into civilian attire inside, Ryan and I broke out the longboards again and began rolling up and down the street. As Kylee presented herself again, we all went up to the local park for a semi impromptu photo shoot. Hannah you see has taken a fancy to photography and seems to have quite a keen eye for it too. We laughed, danced, parkoured and skated and had a fun time posing for funny pictures, group shots, head shots, action shots and many more as the sun began to sink behind the rolling majesty of the Temeculan hills. As darkness befell the land we returned to the house of L. to enjoy the feast that Mrs. L had prepared for us. Mr. L had arrived home from work and had not arrived but moments before we did.
Dinner was very tasty indeed as before us stood an Italian feast of truly plentiful proportions. A heap of spaghetti enough to feed an army. A deep bowl of red Sauce and an Italian balsamic salad to boot, accompanied by tasty garlic bread. Dinner then fell into discussion of an array of topics spreading from tattoos to presidential politics, to universities and future plans. We filled the evening gathered around either the piano in the dining room, the table or the kitchen bar, laughing and singing and eventually rapping through some of the most classic and memorable melodies of our collective childhood. We ended the night in song after and interlude of "luck of the draw", which I had never played before and enjoyed very much. I might add that in the last round Ryan won, though was never properly congratulated. At around 10:30 or so, we three fine gentlemen took our leave from such gracious company and hosts, to make our way to the residence of Addison where we would be spending the night. We traveled in a most expedient of fashions and after storing our luggage in Addison's room we sat out on the big boulders in his back yard and contemplated, philosophized, laughed and shared stories over some fine pipe tobacco and the evening dew. Thereafter, thoroughly exhausted, we crept into our own beds and slept soundly for some hours.
DAY SEIZED!
First stop was H&M as Ryan was still on the hunt for a pair of pants. Next we had a Grasshopper Frappacino at the Saint Arbuck's. Now, I'm not a big fan of coffee, and when I say not a big fan, I mean not at all. Nor tea for that matter. But the drink was a most interesting sensation for the taste buds and I'm glad I had the opportunity to try it, and even happier that there were others there that enjoyed it more than I. After that brief semi caffeinated intermezzo, we continued our window shopping until we came upon the Zumiez store, where I, in my ever present quest for a new pair of shoes, decided to browse the wares. I will confess that the purchasing of shoes never was my strong suit and not an activity I have pursued much in the recent past. Shortly into my decision making and hemming and hawing, both Ryan and Addison deserted me in favour of other pursuits, namely buying new Tee shirts in a store across the hall. So I was left to the indecisiveness of the Sisters L. who were self admittedly out of their sphere of knowledge as to the nature of shoes of the sort. My requirements for these shoes were "Classy yet casual, that I can skate in." The decision came down to two different styles of Vans. After having the Sales Rep. walk me through the pros and cons of both. And I finally decided upon the heavier, thicker soled Chukka Low's (black Denim/ Redline).
Positively delighted with my purchase, our gang proceeded to the closest Wetzel Pretzel stand and bought some cinnamon bites, which were positively delightfully delicious. Ryan and Addison had rejoined us previously and thereafter we made our way through a few other stores including, Abercrombie and Fitch, American Eagle, Bed, Bath and Beyond and a perfume store of some sort. Having agreed to meet up with yet another friend at the L's house before 6:00pm, we all squeezed cozily into the corolla, smelling like a french parfumerie, rolled down all the winds and began singing our hearts our to Coldplay's "Paradise" and other songs on Christina's in-Car mixed CD.
We pulled up just in time to find our friend Kylee H. also there. She had just arrived from dance practice of some kind, if memory serves, and while she changed into civilian attire inside, Ryan and I broke out the longboards again and began rolling up and down the street. As Kylee presented herself again, we all went up to the local park for a semi impromptu photo shoot. Hannah you see has taken a fancy to photography and seems to have quite a keen eye for it too. We laughed, danced, parkoured and skated and had a fun time posing for funny pictures, group shots, head shots, action shots and many more as the sun began to sink behind the rolling majesty of the Temeculan hills. As darkness befell the land we returned to the house of L. to enjoy the feast that Mrs. L had prepared for us. Mr. L had arrived home from work and had not arrived but moments before we did.
Dinner was very tasty indeed as before us stood an Italian feast of truly plentiful proportions. A heap of spaghetti enough to feed an army. A deep bowl of red Sauce and an Italian balsamic salad to boot, accompanied by tasty garlic bread. Dinner then fell into discussion of an array of topics spreading from tattoos to presidential politics, to universities and future plans. We filled the evening gathered around either the piano in the dining room, the table or the kitchen bar, laughing and singing and eventually rapping through some of the most classic and memorable melodies of our collective childhood. We ended the night in song after and interlude of "luck of the draw", which I had never played before and enjoyed very much. I might add that in the last round Ryan won, though was never properly congratulated. At around 10:30 or so, we three fine gentlemen took our leave from such gracious company and hosts, to make our way to the residence of Addison where we would be spending the night. We traveled in a most expedient of fashions and after storing our luggage in Addison's room we sat out on the big boulders in his back yard and contemplated, philosophized, laughed and shared stories over some fine pipe tobacco and the evening dew. Thereafter, thoroughly exhausted, we crept into our own beds and slept soundly for some hours.
DAY SEIZED!
Wednesday, March 14, 2012
Professor Whitman's Introduction to Life
Monday morning heralded the time change, which didn't really effect any of us. It is to be understood that us implies not only myself and Ryan, but his younger brother David, who also sleeps in the same room. We had breakfast and took the morning leisurely. We made our way down to downtown San Diego. We arrived at 12:19, parked Saoirse (my Camry), took my longboards form the trunk (where they generally reside) and walked through Seaport Village to the boardwalk along the harbour. Ryan had never really boarded before and was to begin with very uneasy, however he surmounted the challenge and by the time we got to the Coast Guard Station near the airport, he was sure of his feet and had his "sea legs". En Route we were subjected to the verbal abuse of some passers by. Firstly, a disheveled old man insisted we ought to "Skate to Hell". Only seconds thereafter a lady in a black SUV remarked in a harsh voice we should "Go get a job!". We took these with a grain of salt though and continued our ride uninhibited.
For lunch we stopped at the Greek restaurant in Seaport Village and had a gyro each, which were very tasty after a long ride. We had previously stored the long boards and then began our search/stroll through the area in search of the tobacco shop I had visited there with my father a very very long time ago, the last time I had the pleasure to visit San Diego. The "Capitan Hunt Tobacconist" was found expediently and an ounce of "Indian Pudding" purchased.
There after we went to Old Town San Diego, seizing the day as we went. Old Town has a Wild West feel to it, and our expedition there was delightful. We discovered the wonders of the "Temecula Olive Oil Company" who specialize in flavored olives and the like. We degustated a plethora of olive oils and salts, and felt it was necessary to live in the moment and purchase some flavored salt, namely the "Fiery Hot Salt". Next was the "Rootbeer & Jerky Emporium" where we acquired 6 bottles of microbrewed Rootbeers for later degustation. As the Gloriously brazen California Sun began to sink beneath the waves of the sapphire Pacific we return back to home base, filled with the sensation of having lived in the moment, and having seized the day. The night was spent with laughter, talk and an episode of "Community" We slept a deep slumber with dreams of what the morrow would bring.
For lunch we stopped at the Greek restaurant in Seaport Village and had a gyro each, which were very tasty after a long ride. We had previously stored the long boards and then began our search/stroll through the area in search of the tobacco shop I had visited there with my father a very very long time ago, the last time I had the pleasure to visit San Diego. The "Capitan Hunt Tobacconist" was found expediently and an ounce of "Indian Pudding" purchased.
There after we went to Old Town San Diego, seizing the day as we went. Old Town has a Wild West feel to it, and our expedition there was delightful. We discovered the wonders of the "Temecula Olive Oil Company" who specialize in flavored olives and the like. We degustated a plethora of olive oils and salts, and felt it was necessary to live in the moment and purchase some flavored salt, namely the "Fiery Hot Salt". Next was the "Rootbeer & Jerky Emporium" where we acquired 6 bottles of microbrewed Rootbeers for later degustation. As the Gloriously brazen California Sun began to sink beneath the waves of the sapphire Pacific we return back to home base, filled with the sensation of having lived in the moment, and having seized the day. The night was spent with laughter, talk and an episode of "Community" We slept a deep slumber with dreams of what the morrow would bring.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
But when it rains, it pours!
After many long months of searching for a job, I got a call back from the "Foreign Exchange" in one of the local malls. Now, this was the last store I had expected to hear back from. Wednesday at around lunch time my phone rang, and with it so too did my change in fortunes. I went in that afternoon for an interview. The lady who interviewed me really like my resume and said she enjoyed interviewing and getting to know me, the only thing that she felt was a major minus, was that I was planning on going to to San Diego for Spring break for the next week, and she was told from upper management to hire someone on for Spring break. After much debate back and forth, prayer, and discussion with friends and family. I decided to return back to the store tell the hiring manager that I could not go on spring break if she really need someone. Now, it is to be understood that I did this very hesitantly, because my spring break plans had been in the working for a couple of months already and I didn't want to have to back out on my friends. So on Friday night, I went back in, and was told that I would receive word the following day. Saturday, though I began worried, realized that, the Lord is my shepherd, and that He has a plan for me, and that whatever the result is, it will ultimately work for my good, regardless of whether I see that good in the moment or not.
Saturday morning saw me at the Marie Calenders attending a "Meet & Greet" with California State Senator, Tony Strickland, whom I subsequently endorsed an received and autograph from. Next, I went to french class, in which we talked about the life an death of Whitney Houston. My next event of the day was working for a friend as the Music Teachers Association of California were holding the Certificate of Merit Practical Tests and they needed some extra man power. It was 6:00 pm by the time I was through work and still hadn't heard back from the manager. After dinner I gathered all my courage and called the Foreign Exchange and in doing so, was elated to find that not only could I go to San Diego, but upon my return I am scheduled to start working! My heart lept for joy "Surely Goodness and Mercy will follow me all the days of my life"
After celebrating by watching jeopardy and enjoying one of the Products of San Diego, I was stricken with the terrifying realization that I was still scheduled to leave early in the morning and had yet to pack anything! I made it to bed by about 12:30 and slept for a sum of about 3:30 hours, a complete sleep cycle, and awoke completely rested and ready to go! I had a shower, ate breakfast, triple checked I packed all of what I wanted to bring along and then hit the road. I took the 101 to the 5 through L.A., Orange and Oceanside. One my way I listened to 95.5 and an interesting piece about the "Buy Local Santa Monica" movement. As I made my way into Orange County, it changed from an Interview into cool Rock n Roll. I made it to my destination in San Diego, my friends church by 9:30. I made it through the L.A. Basin and down to San Diego in 2 hours 15 minutes flat, an achievement I am quite proud of.
I think I should now introduce, my friend, Ryan M. He is in a word, one of the most curious, most interesting of fellows I can count among my friends. He graciously offered to host me for a week during my spring break. He and I have been acquainted with him for 3 years now, but only really gotten to know him over the past few months. We both share a love for wisdom and the curiosities life presents us. We were acquainted through GBT and in getting to know him, have found a life long friend with similar ideals, interests, goals and a healthy sense of humour!
After church we made our way to the mission of San Diego de Alcala, founded by Junipero Serra on the 16th of July, 1769. Serra went on to found another 8 missions in California before he reposed peacefully in 1784, aged 70. He is known as "the Apostle to California" and is a personal hero of mine.
Next, we went to Costco, to buy a pineapple, an endevour that is much more difficult than it sounds. With this pineapple we proceeded to the 18th Party of a friend of ryans. It was a quaint shindig and its always exciting to meet new people! We drew on shirts, had a barbeque and a good time all around.
We then made our way back chez Ryan to have Rootbeer floats, watch Mr. Bean's Holiday and catch up. We stayed up late watching community proceeded by an awesome violin jam session. All in all, looking back on the past few days, I am blessed beyond all doubt by a Sovereign Lord who's got my back, always.
"Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over... And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"
Saturday morning saw me at the Marie Calenders attending a "Meet & Greet" with California State Senator, Tony Strickland, whom I subsequently endorsed an received and autograph from. Next, I went to french class, in which we talked about the life an death of Whitney Houston. My next event of the day was working for a friend as the Music Teachers Association of California were holding the Certificate of Merit Practical Tests and they needed some extra man power. It was 6:00 pm by the time I was through work and still hadn't heard back from the manager. After dinner I gathered all my courage and called the Foreign Exchange and in doing so, was elated to find that not only could I go to San Diego, but upon my return I am scheduled to start working! My heart lept for joy "Surely Goodness and Mercy will follow me all the days of my life"
After celebrating by watching jeopardy and enjoying one of the Products of San Diego, I was stricken with the terrifying realization that I was still scheduled to leave early in the morning and had yet to pack anything! I made it to bed by about 12:30 and slept for a sum of about 3:30 hours, a complete sleep cycle, and awoke completely rested and ready to go! I had a shower, ate breakfast, triple checked I packed all of what I wanted to bring along and then hit the road. I took the 101 to the 5 through L.A., Orange and Oceanside. One my way I listened to 95.5 and an interesting piece about the "Buy Local Santa Monica" movement. As I made my way into Orange County, it changed from an Interview into cool Rock n Roll. I made it to my destination in San Diego, my friends church by 9:30. I made it through the L.A. Basin and down to San Diego in 2 hours 15 minutes flat, an achievement I am quite proud of.
I think I should now introduce, my friend, Ryan M. He is in a word, one of the most curious, most interesting of fellows I can count among my friends. He graciously offered to host me for a week during my spring break. He and I have been acquainted with him for 3 years now, but only really gotten to know him over the past few months. We both share a love for wisdom and the curiosities life presents us. We were acquainted through GBT and in getting to know him, have found a life long friend with similar ideals, interests, goals and a healthy sense of humour!
After church we made our way to the mission of San Diego de Alcala, founded by Junipero Serra on the 16th of July, 1769. Serra went on to found another 8 missions in California before he reposed peacefully in 1784, aged 70. He is known as "the Apostle to California" and is a personal hero of mine.
Next, we went to Costco, to buy a pineapple, an endevour that is much more difficult than it sounds. With this pineapple we proceeded to the 18th Party of a friend of ryans. It was a quaint shindig and its always exciting to meet new people! We drew on shirts, had a barbeque and a good time all around.
We then made our way back chez Ryan to have Rootbeer floats, watch Mr. Bean's Holiday and catch up. We stayed up late watching community proceeded by an awesome violin jam session. All in all, looking back on the past few days, I am blessed beyond all doubt by a Sovereign Lord who's got my back, always.
"Thou annointest my head with oil, my cup runneth over... And I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever"
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
Of Marines, Civics and Americana
Ah, the weekend, a 60 hour period of infinite possibility, probability and promise. My Friday evening was spent in the company of one of my closest, best trusted friends. However, that is a different tale for another day. On Saturday morning, I attended French class at the local Adult School, which was both pleasant and long, but is a good exercise to keep my conversational french in working order. The rest of Saturday was spent on my couch working on homework, Pensées, and other miscellany.
Sunday morning I was up bright and early to sing in the choir. Following the Second week of Lent, we sang "I Surrender All". After making the rounds at church I made my way home to prepare my self and take care of a last bit of homework. At 12:00 my Aunt and Uncle (Linda & Tim) picked us up to head out to Rialto. My cousin Quinn, is a United States Marine, who we are all very proud of. In any case, he was selected to be a part of of the Silent Drill Platoon, and has since risen his way up to Assistant Drill Master, and next year will be the Drill Master, the one who creates the program for the platoon for the entire net year of performances. The Platoon in out in California now for their West Coast Tour after having trained in Yuma for a month or two. After their time here in the Great State of California, they will return to Washington D.C. where they are stationed.
In the car with us were two more of my cousins Sarah and Tegan. We arrived at 2:15ish. The ride was uneventful, I made some progress in Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried", which I can highly recommend, during which we were serenaded by K-Earth 101, the local Oldies station. We parked and made our way to the bleachers of the Eisenhower High School in Rialto. The sun beat down on all the gathered spectators. The Eisenhower High School is home to the ROTC program of the area and all the recruits in they funny camo uniforms were directing traffic and guarding the bleachers. A rather peculiar sight in all honesty. The performance began at 3 and was quite a sight. "The Commandants Own" band performed well ending with "Stars and Stripes Forever". The Silent Drill Platoon were in fantastic form as ever and didn't make a single mistake. After the performance, we took pictures and talked to Quinn. After they packed up and made their way to the hotel, we all went out to dinner at an Outback Steakhouse. All in all a very good evening. It was great to see Quinn again and tank up on American Pride.
Monday passed without event. Tuesday though brought with it a few unexpected, yet pleasant surprises. Tuesday was Super Tuesday here in the US, where 10 or so states hold their primaries to elect a candidate to run against the opposition in November. The California primary however is in June so the College I attend had "Civics Day". Where all the local parties were out in full force to advertise, recruit and create awareness. They ranged from the Freedom Socialist Party, to Tea Party, from Republican to Democrat, Libertarian to Occupy Movement. As a Political Science Major, I considered it my duty to "sample the wares" and collect as many pamphlets and handouts as possible. "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" I also received as an added bonus an invite to a meet and greet with Tony Strickland on Saturday as well as a copy of the California Constitution and other related documents including: The Magna Carta, the Mayflower Compact, Declaration of Independence, the US Constitution, the Bill of Rights and other Amendments, Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, California Constitution and all the affiliated documents concerning California entering into the Union. It was given to me by the Tony Strickland people and partially because of this I've decided to attend the upcoming meet and greet.
After school I dropped by the local Target on my way home to buy the newly released "Wrecking Ball" by one of the great champions of Americana, Bruce Springsteen. I am listening to it as I write this and I must say it very good, very Bruce, very much a genuine, grassroots, heartfelt bit of American that captures the Zeitgeist quite nicely. Being the thrifty Capitolist that I am, I found a few graphic Tees, including an appropriately themed Guinness tee, a Red "Airborne" tee with parachute and wings, and a light blue Shelby Cobra tee. All in all a very successful shopping trip! And a great Tuesday!
Sunday morning I was up bright and early to sing in the choir. Following the Second week of Lent, we sang "I Surrender All". After making the rounds at church I made my way home to prepare my self and take care of a last bit of homework. At 12:00 my Aunt and Uncle (Linda & Tim) picked us up to head out to Rialto. My cousin Quinn, is a United States Marine, who we are all very proud of. In any case, he was selected to be a part of of the Silent Drill Platoon, and has since risen his way up to Assistant Drill Master, and next year will be the Drill Master, the one who creates the program for the platoon for the entire net year of performances. The Platoon in out in California now for their West Coast Tour after having trained in Yuma for a month or two. After their time here in the Great State of California, they will return to Washington D.C. where they are stationed.
In the car with us were two more of my cousins Sarah and Tegan. We arrived at 2:15ish. The ride was uneventful, I made some progress in Tim O'Brien's "The Things They Carried", which I can highly recommend, during which we were serenaded by K-Earth 101, the local Oldies station. We parked and made our way to the bleachers of the Eisenhower High School in Rialto. The sun beat down on all the gathered spectators. The Eisenhower High School is home to the ROTC program of the area and all the recruits in they funny camo uniforms were directing traffic and guarding the bleachers. A rather peculiar sight in all honesty. The performance began at 3 and was quite a sight. "The Commandants Own" band performed well ending with "Stars and Stripes Forever". The Silent Drill Platoon were in fantastic form as ever and didn't make a single mistake. After the performance, we took pictures and talked to Quinn. After they packed up and made their way to the hotel, we all went out to dinner at an Outback Steakhouse. All in all a very good evening. It was great to see Quinn again and tank up on American Pride.
Monday passed without event. Tuesday though brought with it a few unexpected, yet pleasant surprises. Tuesday was Super Tuesday here in the US, where 10 or so states hold their primaries to elect a candidate to run against the opposition in November. The California primary however is in June so the College I attend had "Civics Day". Where all the local parties were out in full force to advertise, recruit and create awareness. They ranged from the Freedom Socialist Party, to Tea Party, from Republican to Democrat, Libertarian to Occupy Movement. As a Political Science Major, I considered it my duty to "sample the wares" and collect as many pamphlets and handouts as possible. "MISSION ACCOMPLISHED" I also received as an added bonus an invite to a meet and greet with Tony Strickland on Saturday as well as a copy of the California Constitution and other related documents including: The Magna Carta, the Mayflower Compact, Declaration of Independence, the US Constitution, the Bill of Rights and other Amendments, Treaty of Guadalupe Hidalgo, California Constitution and all the affiliated documents concerning California entering into the Union. It was given to me by the Tony Strickland people and partially because of this I've decided to attend the upcoming meet and greet.
After school I dropped by the local Target on my way home to buy the newly released "Wrecking Ball" by one of the great champions of Americana, Bruce Springsteen. I am listening to it as I write this and I must say it very good, very Bruce, very much a genuine, grassroots, heartfelt bit of American that captures the Zeitgeist quite nicely. Being the thrifty Capitolist that I am, I found a few graphic Tees, including an appropriately themed Guinness tee, a Red "Airborne" tee with parachute and wings, and a light blue Shelby Cobra tee. All in all a very successful shopping trip! And a great Tuesday!
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