AN ALL-TOO-COMMON ADDICTION
It was a beautiful spring morning in LaJolla, California . I had
flown to San Diego the evening before. After a pleasant
breakfast, the cab driver had taken me five miles to LaJolla. In
an hour and a half he was to pick me up for the trip to the San
Diego airport, where I would catch a shuttle for the two-hour
trip down to Ensanada, Mexico. From there I would board the Dawn
Princess to Hawaii.
As I strolled through LaJolla, I was completely charmed by its
gorgeous Pacific setting and its quaint shops. I sat in one of
the shops and sipped coffee, while reading a book and looking at
the ocean.
As it got closer to time for Ebbie, the cab driver, to pick me
up, I started walking back to LaJolla Cove, where we were to
meet. Passing through Ellen Browning Scripps Park, I noticed
joggers, walkers, lovers and sightseers. I walked up to a rail
and joined the sightseers and stood speechless while gazing at
the grandeur of breakers against the rocky shoreline.
A hundred yards or so below was a middle-aged couple sitting on
a rock. It appeared they, too, were enjoying the sights, as well
as each other