Archive for August 5th, 2009

San Diego or Logan’s Run with Sun

Wednesday, August 5th, 2009


Remember “Logan’s Run” – the 1976 movie with the premise that a 23rd Century society controlled its population by eliminating every person when he or she turned 30? Don’t tell anyone -but it just wasn’t a movie – they quietly do it now in San Diego, California and import people over 75 to pay the taxes.

Sitting in front of the Hard Rock Hotel on a Sunday afternoon was so perfect, it was scary. I tried to remember how I died and why I got to Heaven. Sun? Mandatory. 76º? God permanently set the thermostat. A gentle ocean breeze? Always. Beautiful women? Oh my. . .

The new young, chic-chick style is long, long tanned legs, 5-inch ‘come-do-me’ heels, and ‘miniscule’ (shorter than micro-mini) skirts with or without panties – and yes – you can tell. Strippers wear more at the end of their shows! Incredible.

And thin? I have a model friend, an ex-heroin addict, who is so skinny – biology classes could use her instead of skeletons to identify human bones. If she lived in San Diego, she’d have to go to Jenny Craig. And she’s also 24 which is kind of old to the young of this city. When these women go to the beach, they must bring pails and shovels to play. Fortunately, they like middle-age men. Unfortunately, to them, middle age is about 23.

Well, I’m not the type to sit around and ogle young women – I’m not a voyeur. So I walked back into the hotel and took an elevator up to my suite. Apparently you can get bench sores after about 2 hours of sitting. Who knew?

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