San Diego A Sanctuary |
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Keeper of the Flame
Perched along the edge of night,
He feeds the flame that warns of strife
Attuned to cycles of sky and sea,
His dusky footsteps in circles rise
Another light in heaven’s canopy Alone, at land’s end, lives the keeper of the flame |
Neighborhood Nightlife![]() | |
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A sanctuary of another sort, the peace that comes from good friendship and good times together, is also found in San Diego, where Sal and Paula live. They took me to the wine bar where they had their first date, Wine Steals, where we got a glow on, and then went out to dinner at Kensington Grill. |
![]() A year later, the spark of the first date has turned into a steady flame at Wine Steals |
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![]() Sal and I had drinks and dinner in Little Italy, another of his favorite places |
By the Sea![]() I stayed at a hotel not far from the harbor, where the old sailing ship, the Star of India, could be seen from the upper floors. The sea is a tranquilizer, and spending as much time near it is the best way to experience the town. |
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Lunch at Red Sails Inn is a tradition for us in San Diego. It was a great day for a harbor-side meal ... even got to take in a little bird watching as they too thought it a great place for lunch. But the love birds, above, made me miss Cherie all the more, and she should have been sitting in the open chair, at left, where we too could have coo'ed at each other. |
Afternoon at the Tide Pool![]() |
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