Way gone...

A blues singer once said: Never put your partner on a train south, it can only lead to heartache.



After my baby left me, I happened to notice a neat little shack on the other side of the tracks, and there was a little chunk of old San Juan Capistrano back there, really quaint and quiet, about 20 or so old homes, old growth, and small streets tucked out of the melee of Socal. Old news to some, but new to me. Here's a slice: