Kimberly Blough 6:28 p.m., March 9
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OCEAN BEACH (OB)2006
Ocean Beach is just a drive by for commercial airlines and the San Diego police.
Baghdad car patrol.
The cops don't even stop to eat in OB. Coffee and donuts while steering and peering at the freaks. "Taxi driver" in black and whites.. No visual police street presents in OB, except, perhaps presents for that same group of “taxi drivers" constantly congregating outside two local stores laden with bottled beer and liquor for sale.
Street present are the crusty winos. Cardboard mats, cardboard colored beer bags, cardboard colored clothing, cardboard colored hair, skin, sand and lovers. Fashion by ‘ beersun&wind’. Toothless mouths squirt saliva and alcoholic juiced slang when probing for spare change and romance.
The OB library always has more people working behind the counter then public available 1hr computers.
Two bus lines the #35 and
923 with brake happy chauffeurs tram
the noisy sailors, reading students, silent workers, seniors with their bus pass hanging around their neck and smelly circus freaks in and out of town.
The corner of Cable and Newport Ave looks like the greyhounded public transit center of OB.
Peoples market is the spiritual center of OB. The juice there is a $1 cup of organic COFFEE made with filtered water, sweetened with amber avocado honey and chalky soymilk.
The pier is the wild habitat center of OB. Pelicans perching on the railings for discarded fish heads, whales and dolphins for sightings and the surfers tubing through the pier’s concrete pilings for danger.
There are more liquor stores owned by
Arabs in Ocean Beach
then African Americans.
The lone New York Jewish woman rides her 1958 bike with big tires around town, the fenders rattle.
The gentile women have trucks or SUVs, arms tattooed from wrist to shoulder, wear flip-flops, wool caps and totes big dogs on chains. If as you kneel and pet; the dog sniffs and likes you, well the gentile ladies pick out and buy themselves flowers at OB's farmer market every Wednesday.
The gods blessed Ocean Beach with good air quality, a Mediterranean climate, a wicked riptide and no senior center.
The beach has more trash left on it then any in the states. If the Surfrider’s foundation didn't volunteer to clean up the beach the morning after July 4th Ocean Beach would be closed. Yet, millions are spent by the city on earthmovers shifting piles of seaweed and sand around the beach. Disrupting the morning calm while eschewing the trash bobbing on the edge of our world.
Ocean beach has one street (Newport Ave) with bars, big hamburgers, Mexican food and that street leads to the entrance to the wino’s hood: the beach, the fire pits, the pier, the public bathrooms and the cliffs. .
and Ocean Beach has one street (Sunset Cliffs) with all its’ community active churches feeding the forgotten and that street leads one out of town.
And Ocean Beach has one street (Voltaire) plastered with signs in the store windows that read: "We must cultivate our garden". Voltaire and that street leads to wino free doggie beach.
MR. ROBERT J.KACHUR 4961 Newport Ave., San Diego 92107 (619-808-8740) E-mail contact at: firstname.lastname@example.org
Published in July 13, 2000 edition of the San Diego Reader Hometown Backstretch and online at: http://www.clockerbob.com Published in July & August, 2003 issues of E.O. Phillips Racing Newsletter. 'Frenchy Schwartz'