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Unlike Miami Florida or Las Vegas Nevada, Cambria doesn't fill up
with hordes of hormonally charged college refugees looking to express themselves.
It's more like Mom and Dad have sprung brother and sister from the drudgery of times
tables, history and sentence structure drills common to the dilapidated learning
structures in the state of California. To these kids Oxy 5 is a fashion statement.
Our street (Main Street of course) is teeming with them. From shop
to shop they go with wistful looks and wondering if they are going to run into anybody
they know; heaven forbid! Shop keepers keep a sharp eye out for gum chewers and soda
slurpers, don't want that on the carpet. Wouldn't have been an issue before the
flood but hey, this stuff is new.
Hamburger sales are soaring at area restaurants and the warm smell of
French fry cooking oils intermingles with the scent of the Monterey pine. At least
there is no rotting kelp as of yet. It has been kept at bay from overly aggressive
El Niņo produced surf.
It is no wonder Miami and Las Vegas sees kids going crazy on their first
spring break away from Mom and Dad. It is pent up energy from a boring weeks visit to
Cambria with the frogs (parents). A questions us locals get over and over from
visitors is who lives in Cambria. A snappy and all too common response has been:
"The newly wed and the nearly dead". Yuk Yuk.
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