Last Thought As I go To Bed™️
I’ve been binging on the series Bosch. Titus Welliver has really sold me on the role. Up until now, he’s always been the Bruja primogen “Cameron” from Kindred: The Embraced. At any rate, it’s a really good series.
But here is what sparked this little essay. There is a scene I just saw of a helicopter flying over LA at night. The blanket of lights stretched across the city, and I thought of how many times I’ve driven from Corona, or Riverside, down the 91 in the evening and could see those same city lights. They’re beautiful to me, and they make me nostalgic for home.
Here in the Midwest, the stars fill the sky, there are lightning bugs and other things that I didn’t grow up with, the awes and wonders of nature. G-d knows I love NYC too. It has become a second home to me. I fit right in from my first day there. When I’m not there I miss the hustle and bustle, the food, the street venders with their Halal gyros, the bodegas that still sell you beer after hours, the West Indian joints with their bed patti in coco bread (thanks to my big bro Kangol for introducing me to those.....
But at the end of the day, SoCal is home. From the smell of the ocean, to the mountains you can see off in the distance, to the city parks, the lights of the city at night. One of my favorite songs is from Undercover, called “Work It Out”. Ojo wrote “ooooh California attitude gets the better of me, must be something in the air”. I feel that line even when I am so damned far away.
I could sit and write all night about growing up between Orange County, and San Diego county, because I have so many fond memories of life in a simpler time, in a part of the country i love and miss.
Goodnight, you little bastards. I love you all.
And goodnight SoCal. Thank you for an amazing childhood.
