I like to write anywhere that’s warm and friendly and has a great diverse human population to observe.

I have a favorite Starbucks, one I used to drive 47 miles to. (Now it’s closer.)

This day, I had to kill time in Orange County. Friday. Afternoon. Holiday. Oh, the traffic.

I sat at Starbucks in Foothill Ranch.

Ok, the thing I hate about most cities in OC is that they try to make the area look nice and appealing. And it is. Until you take just a second to look around.

All the newer areas…southern OC, have their buildings and neighborhoods turned like they are putting their backs to you. There’s more controlled casual places that force you to hang out in certain areas. And the people…oh they can spot an imposter a mile away.

Not Huntington Beach though. Friendly, down to earth…I loved it out there.

So, I had my skull candy’s on, loud, to drown out the superficial talk going on around me while surrounded by grey buildings masked by a couple of well manicured trees.

Not a leaf out of place.