Many decades ago, the summer after high school, two friends—Larry and Jaime—and I took a 3-month tour of the land west of the Mississippi River.
We stopped at the Royal Gorge in Colorado, parked in the lot, and toured the Royal Gorge.
When we got back to the car, there was a Royal Gorge bumper sticker on Larry’s brand new 1973 Buick Apollo. Larry was furious. Since the bumper sticker was new, Larry was successful at removing it.
We stopped by the Royal Gorge headquarters on the way out and Larry gave them a piece of his mind about putting bumper stickers on cars without asking permission.
I have never had bumper stickers on my cars, and the only window stickers I have allowed are Texas A&M University stickers and parking permit stickers.
There are people who have so many stickers on their cars that I’m pretty sure the stickers are what’s holding the car together. It’s kind of fun to read them, though, because you know exactly where they live, where they have traveled, their political preferences, and sometimes much more. Here’s one that I saw recently in Ocean Beach:
They obviously like Hodad’s, a cool burger joint that I like, too.
Ocean Beach is one of those neighborhoods where the bumper sticker mentality sometimes creeps into the yards, such as this house:
I can tell that they like to hang out in Ocean Beach on Sunset Cliffs (beautiful homes with an ocean view), Dog Beach (I’m betting they have a dog), and Newport Avenue (main drag).
They also like to eat at Hodad’s, Pizza Port, and Lucy’s Tavern, all in Ocean Beach.
Considering all the chairs in their front yard, and the little sign that says “Come on in. Leave tracks.” they might never have a need to leave Ocean Beach!
And that very much is the prevailing attitude of Ocean Beach residents—If they never had to leave their little piece of paradise, they wouldn’t.
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