Moving up the coast to SLO is like going back to the early seventies when I went to Cal Poly. The downtown has been renewed with many small malls and some major national chain stores. It is still sleepy and retains much of its charm [like the famous gum wall]. I still wish there was some industry there so I could have stayed. We drove through See Canyon on the way to Avila Barn for roasted corn, sandwiches on homemade bread and, of course, homemade pie. This time we bought cherry- and it was scrumptious. Later, we proceeded to Avila Beach. It was very picturesque, but unfortunately, pretty windy.
The plan was to return back to SB and go to Brophy's for dinner, but we were all so tired that we only made it to Hollister Brewing Company, a few blocks away. All in all, I had a good time sharing some of my favorite places with my family.
First laughs
A baby first laughs at the age of four weeks. By that time his eyes focus well enough to see you clearly. 
While flying from Denver to Kansas City, Kansas, my mother was sitting across the aisle from a woman and her eight-year-old
son. Mom couldn't help laughing as they neared their destination and she heard the mother say to the boy, "Now remember -- run to Dad first, then the dog.
Nine-year-old Aaron came home from the playground with a bloody nose, black eye, and torn clothing.
It was obvious he'd been in a bad fight and lost.
While his father was patching him up, he asked his son what happened.
"Well, Dad," said Aaron, "I challenged Larry to a duel. And, you know, I gave him his choice of weapons."
"Uh-huh," said the father, "that seems fair."
"I know, but I never thought he'd choose his sister!"
When I was a boy of fourteen, my father was so ignorant I could hardly stand to have the old man around. But when I got to be twenty-one, I was astonished at how much he had learned in seven years. ~Mark Twain, "Old Times on the Mississippi" Atlantic Monthly, 1874
