March 15, 2018
Volume 48 - No. 11
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Ah, California! The Golden State, indeed. As a native Californian, myself, I can’t help puffing up like a stepped-on toad in boasting about my home state. Yep, there’s no mistaking California for any other state in the Union. The The Paper Paper -- 760.747.7119 760.747.7119
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Impossible.
You know you’re in California when the fastest part of your morning commute is backing down your driveway. And that even though you make over $250,000 a year, you still can’t afford a house. The only California houses on the market for less than a million
dollars are those on fire. Those currently go for six hundred thousand dollars.
I love the California lifestyle. When I was 12 years old I went through the obligatory California rite-of-passage: I skateboarded. I skin-dived off the beautiful, world-famous La Jolla Shores, and marveled at my older
brother’s surfing skills (he was so adept at surfing that at one point he gave surfing lessons to a gorgeous femme fatale California girl). I’m not certain to this day if she paid him for her lessons or if he paid her for the privilege. But, I digress.
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