The Pacific Ocean is in the distance in this photo, and
trains in each direction occupy Judah St.
The motel sign marks the location of my first night's stay in
California, 1969. The sign and the motel name and the transit
vehicles have changed over
the years. But whenever I pass this way, as I have on many
occasions since that time, my thoughts focus back on that
first night I ever spent near the Pacific. And my mind hears again the harshly beautiful sounds of
the trolleys turning, turning along the
tight loop at the end of the N-Judah late into that March night.