Susan Luzzaro 5:30 p.m., Dec. 7
San Diego summer was a long time coming. Hopelessly far from the farmlands of western Pennsylvania where I just graduated from college and even farther from the woods of New Hampshire where I grew up. I had visions of waves, beaches and riding killer whales. So it turns out Mira Mesa has none of the above. No waves, no beaches and no killer whales to ride.
With only a 10 speed bike for transportation it's going to be an interesting summer. Mira Mesa Blvd, also known as Fast Food Blvd, is where I've been making my first few friends. Cruising along on my 70's Japanese road bike many amigos have waved passionately, yelled, and even honked encouragement as I've embraced my summer home.