The Upham Group and Paradise Village will present a FREE interesting and informative event to help seniors understand how to evaluate their assets and plan for successful senior living. The event will be held at the beautiful Humphrey’s Half Moon Inn and Suites on Shelter Island. Appetizers, hosted beverages and there will be valuable door prizes!
Presenter: Valerie Upham, Pacific Sotheby’s Int’l Realty
Enjoy!
Here are photos from my Sunday: #Embarcadero, #Fifth Avenue Auto Show, #Petco Park, #Harbor Drive Pedestrian Bridge, #Bayfront Park, #Evening Walk in #Mission Hills…Perfect #Fall Day! Enjoy
Bergie’s Pub in Old Town has become my go to amazingly addictive hamburgers burger joint. Below are collective Bergie’s pics…I love the single cheese, the bun is crispy, hand torn leaf lettuce, fresh makings, and initials for a smile. These are always good, local and keeps me coming back. Enjoy
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| Dad’s Double Cheese with Jalapenos and Onions |
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| Single with American |
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| My Dad Gregg Hiddleson |
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| Single with Cheese |
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| Dad’s Double with Cheese and Everything! |
Also see this walking trail post that ends at Bergie’s:
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| Did you know from overhead these mounds of iceplant spell ‘CORONADO’? |
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| View from South Hotel Del Coronado Walkway by the towers |
Clans isolated in their castles, moated by lawns, concrete, and cars; no decent food joint or watering hole within walking distance. It works for kids, who can frolic carefree in protected cul-de-sacs – I loved my suburban childhood. My sisters and our respective gangs of kids from neighboring houses owned the streets – each yard was a new territory for us to discover and conquer. But as an adult, with no kids of my own to watch over? BORING.
I like to be where things are happening, to see the world hustle and bustle. I’m a city girl. It’s in my blood. Both of my parents were born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, where the only playground was the busy street in front of rows of tenement housing and apartment buildings. My father, who currently lives in Mission Hills, is known to set up his lawn chair on the sidewalk in front of his building and read a book or simply enjoy a cigar while watching the activity in his hood.
But, despite my city living, I admit there are aspects of suburbia that I miss. Namely, all things green. Not that a lot of grass is (or should be) happening in a drought-ridden city like San Diego, but all of the residential kingdoms my sisters inhabit contain well-manicured gardens, grass, trees, green
Having a fondness for plants doesn’t keep them alive, and though I wanted a lush garden on our new patio, I knew that in my hands the green would be brown within a week. David, unwilling to become my gardener, but understanding my need for green, came up with a solution: fake grass. He researched and found a company called NewGrass, which made realistic looking and feeling turf, and then he ordered enough to cover our terrace.
Clans isolated in their castles, moated by lawns, concrete, and cars; no decent food joint or watering hole within walking distance. It works for kids, who can frolic carefree in protected cul-de-sacs – I loved my suburban childhood. My sisters and our respective gangs of kids from neighboring houses owned the streets – each yard was a new territory for us to discover and conquer. But as an adult, with no kids of my own to watch over? BORING.
I like to be where things are happening, to see the world hustle and bustle. I’m a city girl. It’s in my blood. Both of my parents were born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, where the only playground was the busy street in front of rows of tenement housing and apartment buildings. My father, who currently lives in Mission Hills, is known to set up his lawn chair on the sidewalk in front of his building and read a book or simply enjoy a cigar while watching the activity in his hood.
But, despite my city living, I admit there are aspects of suburbia that I miss. Namely, all things green. Not that a lot of grass is (or should be) happening in a drought-ridden city like San Diego, but all of the residential kingdoms my sisters inhabit contain well-manicured gardens, grass, trees, green.
Having a fondness for plants doesn’t keep them alive, and though I wanted a lush garden on our new patio, I knew that in my hands the green would be brown within a week. David, unwilling to become my gardener, but understanding my need for green, came up with a solution: fake grass. He researched and found a company called NewGrass, which made realistic looking and feeling turf, and then he ordered enough to cover our terrace.
San Diego Reader | Slice of Suburbia
Their approach? A ‘mixed use’ redevelopment project housing government, residential, and retail/commercial functions, to replace the Department of Motor Vehicles office on its Normal Street site in Hillcrest, built in 1960.
Assuming there are no deal-breaking devils in the details, those wearisome waits at the Hillcrest DMV office figure to get more tolerable once a brand-new, 50 percent bigger building takes its place.
“We want a very nice, walkable urban community with very attractive buildings, with ‘commercial’ that’s inviting to people,” Wilson said in an interview Thursday. “If, to put a project together ‘public/private’, the worst scenario would be, ‘Is this going to be a tenement? Are there shortcuts going to be taken because of issues involving the finances?'”
Shelly Hospitality Blog 