Monday, 26 June – When I began the series of books I'm writing, I didn't expect to situate so much of the narrative of the early books in San Clemente and Dana Point. These communities have gussied up a little since 1975, but even to-day they feel insulated from the grand media blare of New York, Washington, and LA. I roamed around both beach towns Saturday and found three community qualities reassuring. One was the number of '60's muscle cars, well kept, surfer and low-rider alike, that are still rolling on the streets. The second reassuring thing was the number of VW Buses parked in driveways. And third, the three-story plank exterior homes of San Clemente, painted the old-issue standard seaworthy blue-grey. There are a couple further down Cazador Lane, which I describe early on as possessed of "tall stark three-story houses of wide blue-grey siding planks, and apartments nestling in among them, with levels like lanterns fallen in a random pile, and so many picture windows turned towards the pier and the sea."