I went back across the bridge to Coronado today, this time with my friend Mike.  He has been in San Diego for a long time… a good friend.  The beach was a different place this morning… not nearly as many people were there as were there Friday when Margaret and I went for a walk on the beach. The beach, any beach, is a special place.  One finds a universe on special beaches, and the Coronado Beach is a special place.  There are no other places like Hotel del Coronado or any of the Victorian houses on or near the avenue stretching along from the hotel to the Navy base… or the beach itself.  The North Western view is a beautiful land’s end, Point Loma, which is  an end of San Diego.  The Southern view is a far-away look at another country, a country which has more troubles than it can manage… and what’s-his-name, who is president of my country, is making it difficult for people in that neighbor country… but that’s another subject for another day.

My suggestion for today is that you take a drive across the bridge to Coronado, a place in another universe.  Walk on the beach.  Look at the sea.  Be glad. If you live in another place, then find a beach, even a strip of land beside a river or lake, and walk on it.