In 1990, when I went to California for Thanksgiving, Joy and I managed to get a little time to ourselves to do a day-trip to San Diego and Balboa Island. I'm going to have to consult her for more details, as all of my old letters are in boxes right now, along with pretty much everything else I own but don't use on a daily basis because I'm too damned lazy to unpack and commit to my apartment after eight months. Anyway, here are the photos.