Zen and Now — In Ocean Beach Less Is More 1954–2024
By Lynne Miller
ZEN
My Dad’s leather covered portable radio is on the porch playing the background to my summer days. Luke Easter just hit a homerun, and I hear my Dad shout softly, “That’s my boys.” The 6’4” first baseman ran the bases at Lane Field and the Padres, circa 1954, took the lead. That year, with Lefty O’dule as their manager Padres were first place in their league.
My summer days were quiet and I was often alone. I loved to wander the many vacant lots that sat at the top of Santa Cruz Avenue. The lot to the east of our house was owned by a friend. My dad, who was a transplanted Missouri farmer, grew turnips, blackberries, a variety of tomatoes, and corn, not quite as high as an elephant’s eye.


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