Author Archive for Joe Moris
I’m in that spring mood. I can feel it getting closer. Vacation time is near. We’ll have some late winter-early spring storms and of course it will be cloudy on Easter Morning for sunrise service. But soon we’ll feel that Ahhhh feeling of being free. At least I hope so.
I spent three weeks in Puerto Vallarta. It started the day before New Year’s Eve. I loved it. I got back to Encinitas at the end of January. It was cold. It rained the day after coming home. But since then we’ve had that glorious San Diego weather that everyone comes here for.
I have that seriously bummed feeling creeping in. I’m flying home to Encinitas. That will conclude three weeks in my second home in Puerto Vallarta. Our first contest winners, Dean and Sue Henningsen, are coming in to use my condo for a week and then my place is rented until mid February.
Here I sit on New Year’s Day 2012. It’s evening and I’m bushed. I just got back from a sports bar called Toritos where I ate good food and watched the Chargers take out the Raiders. Stupid Chargers. I’ve agonized over them since 1961. Ackkkkk. Anyway, I arrived here in Puerto Vallarta on Dec. 30. [...]
I’m finally going back to my Puerto Vallarta condo for a while. I will be able to spend New Year’s Eve there. Everyone says it’s pretty spectacular as to the fireworks in Banderas Bay as well as the hordes of visitors enjoying all that a paradise can offer.
I love riding waves. I always have. The problem is as in life itself, there are a yin and a yang to surfing. The yin is the penultimate of riding deep inside the curl and being shot out the other side as if by an unnatural force. The yang is the sure possibility of never coming out [...]
I sit here feeling a little out of sorts. I finally received the default notice on my house. My heart sank. I have nearly $350,000 hard cash in that house and yet it is underwater. It makes no sense anymore trying to hang onto it.
Dreams. We all have them. I’m not just talking about the kind we have at night when we are asleep. I’m talking about the kind of dreams that are goals or wishes.
Ok, I love the response I received from some of you on my article explaining why a 2 Percent Solution will save America. Since I don’t see any activity or acknowledgment from any “powers to be,” I’m just going to stick to it until someone can explain to me the downside.
Paradise is like a time warp. I drive with amazement at what is around me. I grew up in Southern California. I was 5 when my family came to the land of milk and honey in the mid ‘50s. To the booming metropolis of Lancaster and Palmdale and then, by 1961, it was San Diego.