Saturday, October 4, 2008

behind the orange curtain

Real Housewives of Orange County

My family moved to the OC in 1971. Back then it was still touched by an earlier surf, beach, art, and hippie culture. Although we lived in what has now become an "exclusive" beach town, our neighbors then ran the gamut from flamboyant homosexuals to doctors to plumbers to beach bums (and pretty much everything in between). We had trailer parks for retirees and we had a few mansions. It was colorful and fun and safe. The beach ruled and I grew up doing just about everything you can do by the sea: bodysurfing, bodyboarding, skimboarding, spearfishing, ab diving, tidepooling, sailing, fishing, and by 1977, stand up surfing. It was fucking great.

The sad thing about all this is that the experience I had there is no more. Laguna in particular has become Beverly Hills by the sea and has been for some time. Now when I visit, the plastic surgery and very expensive cars and silly posturing and crowds are everywhere. It's sick and it's absurd and it's just the way it goes, I guess.

Rest In Peace, funky, sleepy, beautiful OC of the past:

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