Way back when Bicarbolyte was around, I spent many a day at the International Inn in Long Beach. That was both before and after I had my own place by the beach. It’s where I met the estimable Kay Dougherty, who owned this hotel (and for whom the Long Beach Airport is named).
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May Day
I remember the first time I experienced an earthquake. I was in Long Beach (CA) and was awakened in the middle of the night. I looked out my sliding glass doors and noticed that the pool was sloshing about. True, it was early in the morning, but even my addled brain recognized that pools don’t slosh when no one was in them.