Boxes & Lights

Foothill Blvd

La Crescenta

I raced for the Chevy truck when the lights turned red. Luckily at the time, there weren’t many cars to let me ease beside it on the right lane. “You dropped a box!” the window misted as my voice echoed inside the car. They felt my stare so they rolled down a window. I did too. They were obviously on the way to a storage facility nearby. I told them a box fell a couple of intersections behind. After the thank yous and pleasantries and where are you from, yadda yadda yadda the cars behind us honked! Green light’s on!


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Big Bear

Big Bear Lake

Big Bear City

I was expecting little of Big Bear. Little did I know….

Marinas line the banks of the lake pocked by islets crisscrossed by speedboats, jet skis, pontoon boats and kayaks and SUP’s. The arduous twists and turns was a good 50-minute drive across mountains trafficked by skiers and snowboarders in winter. The towering lodgepoles and pinecones are mute witnesses to the blossoming and survival of this 19^th century four-season resort. Now it is wrapped in modernity, but the log cabins and rustic architecture bring you back in time when it was a mecca for gold prospectors. I felt like digging….
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