“The Ranch sprawls all over. There’s no sense of it being an island. Here it’s gated, and the homes are close enough together to have some camaraderie, a sense of neighborhood.”
August 18, 1988
“The Ranch sprawls all over. There’s no sense of it being an island. Here it’s gated, and the homes are close enough together to have some camaraderie, a sense of neighborhood.”
“Once I rode 120 miles to Calexico from San Diego.” I didn’t elaborate about the Calexico ride. If I had, I would have admitted that it occurred fourteen years ago and had so exhausted me that I returned by bus the next day.