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!