Spending a Lovely Day on a Recycled Glass Beach; No End in Sight for Fed-backed Beach Replenishments

It was the most crowded July Fourth – or any summer day – ever. As irrefutable scientific proof, I had to park over two blocks from my workplace on Monday – and even then, I inched into a questionable spot where I thereafter spent the day fearing Lovely Rita might cite my proudly rusted truck. I’ve been parking at The SandPaper for well over 30 years and I have never been forced that far afield.

That diversion noted, I still don’t mind the crowds. Yes, I get hissified over traffic.