Southern California has always been home to those who not only see themselves as different but truly are.
Coming out of small restaurant this afternoon, I watched as a couple in their sixties – decked out in riding coats and caps – drove by in a ’30s era convertible.
They hit the ‘ah-ooga’ horn as they went by and the driver tipped his cap.
And that wasn’t even the unusual part.
This is what happens to people who…