I love Huntington Beach. I love everything about it, and I say that with the utmost sincerity. I've lived in Surf City all of my life. My kids went to Huntington Beach High School and so did I. To my surprise, I discovered that many of their friends from school had familiar last names. That's because their parents were classmates of mine. Class of 1977 — go Oilers!
Now that I've disclosed my age, it's pretty obvious that I have resided in HB for a substantial amount of time. This automatically entitles me to exercise bragging rights and annoy any family or friends who happen to be less fortunate than myself by living in the Midwest, or even better, the Arctic blast mecca of the extreme eastern seaboard.
I just couldn't resist the chance to gloat shamelessly about our gorgeous weather this past week. As the local weather person predicted, it has been nothing less than perfection — temperatures in the 80s, offshore Santa Ana winds, crystal blue skies and snow-capped mountain views for days on end.. So I just had to reach out and irritate.