But it didn't end there. Allan Munson, a guy with a good head of white hair, said he had grown up in Connecticut although he had lived in California for 30 years. Afterwards I asked him where in Connecticut and he said, "North Haven." The town I grew up in! He was from the class of 64 and mine was class of 56. We had no acquaintances in common but we could talk about some of the places in town. It was only later than I realized my brother was the class of 62, although he didn't recognize my last name.
Friday, January 22
1977: "And where is the Fox of Life now? I see, feel, taste, smell, hear with renewed senses, alive because I don't have time to be alive."
Ventura
Up at 8:10, continental breakfast of coffee, English muffin, Danish, some cereal bars, no juice or waffle or cereal. $30 (cash) worth of $2.699 gas at a 76. Western seagulls and ravens in a parking lot outside a Goodwill, where I got a couple of books. Shaving stuff at Big Lots, juice at a Family Dollar.
An hour's drive to get to Topanga Canyon and an hour drive back, and I'm not up to it. Yesterday I apparently turned the wrong way when I got off at Topanga Canyon Boulevard. Fifties or sixties Cadillac out on the street in front of the motel.
Walking the streets of Ventura. Founded in 1782. A couple of sushi places, a Thai restaurant, an Indian buffet, a number of taco places, a lot of places here on Main Street. A couple of legitimate massage places, including the Kali Institute for Massage and Somatic Therapies.
Nearly five o'clock, out on the beach, a little bit chilly, no rock squirrels, surfers coming in and calling it a day. On the other side of the pier, south, there were some pretty big breakers and there was still one guy out there and he went under pretty quickly and I got exhausted just watching him swim to the shore.
In the evening, I went to a place on Main Street where I had a pretty good portobello sandwich. The bars on Main Street in Ventura were doing a pretty good business on Friday night.
Saturday, January 23
2005: "The blizzard of 05 is looking like it will break all records--nearly 3 feet of snow. I took a walk around the block. It's kind of fun out there."
Ventura
Didn't get up till nearly 9. English muffin, Danish, coffee at the motel.
Walked down to the beach at 10:30. It was still chilly and there were no ground squirrels in sight, a few surfers just showing up. Then I drove to a grocery store for some flavored water. Back to the beach at 11:30. The ground squirrels were out and there were a dozen or more surfers out there, one getting a pretty good ride, the surf better than Thursday but not as good as yesterday. One of the surfers looked like he was in his 50s, maybe his 60s, gray beard, gray hair, close-cropped, a physique to kill for.
had stayed in Ventura to watch the Patriots in their playoff game, only to find this is Saturday, not Sunday. Ah, well, I'm in no hurry to get anywhere.
I went for a walk. A lot of houses on the hillsides where I should hiking instead of along the street. The hillsides are brown and green with sagebrush. One has a large rectangular building flat-roofed with some very large antennas on it. A lot of motels on Thompson Street, the Topper Motel, the Rodeway, White Caps Motel, the Crystal Lodge Motel. Gourley Insurance. Bought some oatmeal creams at a 99 Cent Store.
Down Sanjon Road to throw some pieces of oatmeal creams to the ground squirrels. Middle-aged skate boarder definitely on the chunky side, not fat but very stocky. Some fluffy clouds which haven't moved very much in the past hour peeking over the hills to the east. Came back to the motel to find that someone had driven into the room next to mine, doing no damage to my room and somehow missing my car, which was parked next to him. Apparently he thought he was in reverse then panicked.
Went to the Busy Bee Diner for a cabbage roll dinner (mashed potatoes and gravy, green beans, watermelon slice, iced tea). Very retro--red and white tile lining on the walls, waitress in red and white uniform with that short 50s drive-in waitress skirt, 3 pictures of James Dean. "Drink Coffee--Do Stupid Things Faster With More Energy." "Practice Safe Lunch--Use Condiments." Bars on Main Street Ventura open to the street, movie theatre decked out in neon, purple, light blue, green, red.
Sunday, January 24
1972: "My dream is right now. I'm living the moment, the day, it has come up behind me, and lo! I am what I always wanted to be."
Ventura
Up at 8:40, a bit chilly, for the standard continental breakfast at the Vagabond Inn--coffee, English muffin, fruit bar, cheese Danish. A blue sky day, not a cloud in the sky. A lot warmer at 10:45.
At the boardwalk, none of the surfers I can see are young, all at least in their 30s, a lot in 40s or even 50s, still with great physiques although I did see one stocky one and one with a big belly in his tight wetsuit. The breakers were better than ever, though not monsters, thanks to the full moon last night, coming almost all the way to the sea wall. But it still seems like an awful lot of work for a short ride.
The ground squirrels were also out in full force and I fed them some pieces of oatmeal creams, trying to give them some tooth decay.
I watched the Patriots lose their playoff game then took another walk on the boardwalk, the surf now down, surfers gone, and only 2 ground squirrels. Having finally found my other camera, I took a few pictures, including one of the Mary Mitchell House, circa 1890, with Sweet D over one the doorways, next to 682 which is next to 692 so I guess it's 672 Thompson Road.
Went to the Hong Kong Inn for pork with mushrooms, where they will have jazz later tonight.
Monday, January 25
"When our memories outweigh our dreams, we have grown old." --Bill Clinton
Ventura to Calabasas and Topanga Canyon
Up at 8:35, a clear blue sky day, coffee, English muffin, Danish, fruit bar at the motel. Left at 9:46, odometer 119917, temp 65.
Mr. Gourley is a pretty good-looking dude, maybe in his late 30s or early 40s, family from Salinas and Chicago, did not know Max.
10:16, $200 from Citibank. 101 south. Back up into the mountains after Camarillo. Calabasas at 10:55. Into the Good Nite Inn at 11:16, odometer 119960.
To Malibu State Park at 11:39. Up the path to Inspiration Point, pretty steady uphill, some picturesque trees, a blue bird, couple of birds robin-shaped just silhouettes, a small lizard, another bird long-tailed. Some impressive rock formations. A Hindu temple down below. A lot of ducks out in a pond, some of them might have been wood ducks. What sounded like some kind of hawk, redwings. Back to the car at 1:17.
Paramount Ranch and Western Town at 1:37. Bwana Devil, an early 3-D movie was filmed here as well as many others. Back to the car at 1:53. Not much to it but I took a lot of pictures.

Mulholland Drive to Topanga Canyon at 2:47. Quite a view down there if I could stop and look, twisting 180-degree turn with Canoga Park underneath us. Top of Topanga overlook at 2:53. Onward pat Topanga Creek Outpost, The Great Wall of Topanga, Cheney Drive, Topanga Fish Market Restaurant. It is a fun road in a sports car, even in a sporty car but, with the sun in my eyes, it's hard to see very much. Rock cliffs to my left pretty impressive. A gingerbread style house/business encrusted with all kinds of stuff I couldn't see, Birds Nest Salon, Camp Wildwood Country Natural Foods Vitamins other stuff, Grand View Drive, Jalon Jalon Imports, a canyon off to my left. Lower Topanga Canyon south of the town of Topanga itself is pretty damn spectacular. Yeah!
Down to the ocean at 3:23. Malibu City Limits. Up Malibu Canyon Road at 3:41. Back to the motel at 4:00. A couple of tacos from Jack in the Box.