Hindsight

It has been seven months since I hightailed it out of Tujunga and took up residence in my old home town of Redondo Beach. I can't say I miss Tujunga much. I can say that I miss the freedom of wearing cut off shorts and a wife beater with my stomach sticking out day after day without anyone noticing.

Redondo is pretty and proper. It is Starbucks and luncheons and clean nails. Tujunga is ratty, semi dangerous and if it could talk, it would have a smoker's rasp.

Now that I'm back here in the relative safety of my childhood community, I find myself wandering, curious, out into the less traveled parts of the South Bay. Rusting gates and the derelict buildings compel me to travel deeper, poking my head into areas that are alien to me.