Chuck remembers Southern California, and he could definitely roll.
Greetings from the Inland Empire where oddly I got very in touch with my Southern roots.
Hour one of twelve hours standing on Saturday. Not going to complain because look at that scenery.
Sure the dress code is “hipster Stevie Nicks” but next time I’m wearing compression socks and no one can stop me.
Oddly, of the 1700 times I’ve been to San Francisco I’ve never been here.
No, it’s not the Bahamas, but you do not see me complaining one bit.
I opened my window just in time to see Lake Arrowhead where I attended a conference at the beginning of June.