A True Adventure

 

One of Life’s most difficult things to find is a San Diego sweatshirt. 

Here is a place where 80° temps are the norm.  Where square footage, when it comes to selling trinkets and things, comes at a premium.

So, who in their right mind, would use up floor space to sell sweatshirts in a place where it is always summer?

I couldn’t help myself.  I, Zobostic Corwin, set out on an adventure to find such an animal.  I had heard through a few underground sources that such things did exist, but I had to see it for myself.

Even if it took all of my vacation time, I would spend every day walking the boardwalks, going in and out of the shops and questioning every bartender along the way.  I was determined.  For those of you who aren’t aware, bartenders usually have their finger on the pulse of the city.  They are in the know. They have the scoop, and the longer you sit there and talk with them, the more you can learn. 

By the evening of the fourth day, once the sun had slipped over the horizon and the temp began to drop, I found it was getting a little chilly on the stool I was on by the door.  Goose, the bartender noticed I looked a little uncomfortable and tossed me the shirt he had stashed behind the bar.  I couldn’t believe my eyes.  It was a San Diego sweatshirt.

 

 I asked if I could buy it.  He gave me a sideways bartender look and said,  "Do you know how rare these are?"

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