For An Angel

but one of them, is standing on that South Terrace of the Getty Center, and being kissed like you mean to do it forever.  My place, my own little corner, on a nice breezy warm day, with a pitcher of iced tea, and a stack of books taller than most toddlers comes in close second.  I like the view from the alcove in La Jolla, and I like hiding under the benches.  That spot for lunch off by the UCSD campus, near the hang gliders, and that amazing place off the side of the road up by Soldad St.

There’s nothing better, however, than sitting on that swing in the old Arcadia backyard and just thinking about stuff.

Some of these places are the most romantic.  Some are not.  All I …nevermind.  I have nothing left to say…