When I was growing up in West Los Angeles, almost every day after school, I would ride my bike down to the beach and often the Santa Monica Pier, where I liked to go and see the people fishing. I remember the cool ocean breeze and the warm sunshine. This seemed so fresh to me at the time. It was something I did when I wanted to clear my head. The weird thing is the California beach comes to my mind as fresh before the beaches in New York City where I have lived for the past 30 years. It’s because those early years are so etched in my mind. I think the weather in Santa Monica, California, and the coast area adjacent, the best of any where I’ve ever been. I miss it.