The Sadness of Santa Monica Pier

The Sadness of Santa Monica Pier

Imagine a place, a time rather, where men wore short, pastel swim trunks. Where they hauled stacks of longboards atop their heads like an accessory, trying to impress girls in polka-dot bikinis. Where beaches sprawled like deserts, big enough for everyone to have a volleyball game. I’m talking California, an early version of SoCal where the surfer-bum was […]