Drove to church in Malibu, along PCH to Zuma Beach, went in waves, drove north some more, struck by beauty, pulled into Paradise Cove, parking attendant told me I had a flat front tire, called AAA, found hidden outlet for dead phone in sandy outdoor dining area, was stressed out and worried waiting for Malibu Towing [since 1942] truck. Now I'm back in hotel, showered and ready for bed. Home tomorrow. For various reasons, this has been a bit of a rocky/pebbly weekend since I left the biz part of the trip Friday at noon. But it has certainly had some memorable moments, too. Travel fills the soul, but a flat tire can deflate it. I also missed my family at the beach, especially when I saw young kids pulling their parents into the waves, or vice versa. Good night.
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