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We went to the beach again to participate in Hands Across the Sand. Apparently the girls next to us were hestitant to hold hands with Angus; they wouldn't grab on until the last second, and then dropped hands and ran up the beach as soon as it appeared to be over. I chatted with the older man next to me who seemed to be from Northern CA and said something about having started one of the first organic farms in the state. He asked about the oil rigs visible a few miles in the distance, and I told him they were pretty much grandfathered from before the ban on drilling. However, the major oil spill we've had here was when I first started at the Department; an oil terminal right about a mile of Newland St. where tankers offloaded to the Edison plant. A captain forgot to take the shallow water and the tides into account and the ship sat on its own anchor. Guess what company it was. >:( The guy shook his head and nodded at Avalon running back and forth among the pier pilings and in and out of the water, then said, "We aren't doing this for ourselves. It's for people like her."
An older woman up on the pier looked down disgustedly and yelled, "DRILL, DRILL, DRILL!"
Hands Across the Sand
Huntington Beach CA
Canon EOS 1000D
26 June 2010
Thought this guy in a hazmat suit was part of the event, but found out later his company was pushing non-petroleum bottles. A worthy product, but still, I was a bit irked that a company was there to push their stuff.
Later, we walked up to the Civic Center, and Sackboy considered swiping the mayor's parking space. That is, if he had a car...
Maybe sometime, he'll get to Japan, where this lantern came from.