Escondido

Posted on January 25, 2004 in Travels - So Cal

Escondido is a sad town of white houses near its central city. The rich, as always, live on the fringes. What I saw were clerks and orderlies from the hospital walking to work; square-bearded young men who kept their hands in their pockets. Some had long flowing hair; others short, blocked cuts. Samuel Barber’s Adagio for Strings played on our CD player as we passed through the town looking for our bank. It fit Escondido: sunshine and melancholy, bright as the aging asphalt and the tattoo parlor that gleamed in the morning sun, inviting the young to ruin their skin for life.

Thanks to Bill and Billy for looking after the site while I was gone.