San Diego is huge: over a million people. It used to be in Mexico. The weather attracts young adults and bums from pretty much all of the southwest.
A year ago, I grew very tired of whatever I had been doing. I decided to engage some temporary manifest destiny and go west. Thanks to the graciousness of my host, I was able to explore San Diego and its vast desert backyard. This is what I saw.
Of the tens of thousands of digital photos I’ve taken, this is my favorite. It says: you have a family of amazing friends who will meet you in Texas and drive out into farm towns to eat the best brisket on earth.
Nice weather or not, we visit Revere Beach every spring. This year, we decided we would hit Revere Beach, Castle Island, and Wollaston Beach in one day.
Video: Some band drive from gig to gig. Others fly from city to city.
After Rob joined us by the wood pile, the three of us started talking BBQ and Keith Allen went into a fairly in-depth discourse into how they cook using the wood there.