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Go west young man...

2007-06-22

Good morning Boys and Girls.

Actually had to turn off the little desk fan that circulates air here in my little office, it's so nice and cool this morning. The weather this week has been top notch. Highs of around 80, low humidity, and sunshine almost all the time.

I played golf last night with a transplanted New Yorker who told me our weather this week feels just like San Diego, a place I've never been.

My ex-brother-in-law, an unhappy guy by nature, loved that city. From the time I first met him, he talked about San Diego like it was Shangri La and moved out there soon after he graduated from college.

It did seem to brighten his spirits to be there, allowing him to play softball and golf year round, and he became a big-time San Diego Padres fan. He even attempted to obtain work in their front office numerous times - his dream job was that of a Major League Baseball general manager, and he did know his stuff.

I know he was mightily annoyed a few years later to find himself transferred to Miami, where the sweltering wet heat made him miserable.

Eventually, he quit the job, moved back out to San Diego and found another place to work. Back there again, I assumed he was happy. He bought a little house  for a staggering price and then had nothing but problems with it. He also dealt with an extreme fear of flying that kept his visits home to the barest of minimums.

I hadn't seen him in about three years - since his Dad's funeral, if I remember correctly - when, at Thanksgiving time of 2000 we got word that he'd shot himself.

At the time, my ex and I were having problems anyway, and her brother's suicide added another severe speed-bump in the road.

Isn't that awful? I was obviously sad for him and his family, (my ex's,) but I also resented him afterward for adding his situation to the detritus of our failing marriage.

Pretty selfish of me.

Nevertheless, for some reason, I still have no desire to visit San Diego, as beautiful as I know it is, and I can't even hear people talk about it without instantly making the association.

Weird.


Be good to everyone.

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surrogate (2007-06-23)
I never said it makes sense, and I'm sure I'll visit there someday, but...

Witqueen (2007-06-22)
hmmm, and ironically where I am destined to live. I might be out of bounds saying this, but maybe he wanted to die where he remembered be happiest. You can't blame the real estate if you can't find shelter in your own mind.

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