Am in San Diego.
Headin' "home."
(Or am I?)
Arrived in LA/LAX yesterday. First arrived there (LAX) in March 1966 ... 39 years ago.
Tom ... Easterner ... Welcome to CALIFORNIA.
California.
Like Arnie-the-Governator.
In my blood.
(Forever.)
Ridin' to San Diego.
Did it 39 years ago.
Courtesy the United States Navy—many boys' intro to CA.
Ported at Port Hueneme, 80 miles N of LA.
LA for the weekends.
Maryland Boy.
ESCAPED!
WEST!
NEW ME!
Navy Me!
Free me!
39 years later.
Every freeway exit rings "genetic" bells.
Every tree & hill has resonance.
California!
In my BLOOD!
Forever!
Love VT!
(Yes, Max & Ben.)
(And Susan.)
But ...
CALIFORNIA ... in my blood.
Every ... INCH ... resonates.
Says .... TOM, WELCOME HOME!
THIS IS WHERE YOU ESCAPED TO!
THIS IS WHO YOU BECAME!
Tom.
Californian!
Escapee!
(Like so many millions before you.)
We ... WELCOME YOU ... ESCAPEE!
COME ON!
RE-IMAGINE YOURSELF!
I DID.
I love VT.
I am a Californian!
Like Arnie, I say ... THANKS!
I'LL ALWAYS BE YOURS!