Proteus: Run, boy, run, run, and seek him out. Launce: Soho, soho! Proteus: What seest thou? Launce: Him we go to find […]

From then on it's downhill to the California coastal town of Carpinteria, a few miles south of President Reagan's summer White House. Why would any sane human undertake this vertical torture? And why in backlands California far from the baddening crowds?

We often take the car and have a trot down to the beach.

Nixon, however, was seen as a chess club/marching band dorkwad. Uncool.