My first and last trip on a Greyhound took me from LA to San Diego - I'm not even going to start on why the bus ride full of strangely ripe smelling Mexicans is not something I ever want to do again, and how the bus company managed to "misplace" half the baggage was just the cherry on top of the cesspool of a sundae.

San Diego, the home of the Pedros and that world famous zoo! And I got so see Willie Mays at my first baseball game! Woot! Something about celebrating negros in baseball week...












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to be continued..