Thank God I arrived the day before yesterday, the first of the month, at this port of San Diego, truly a fine one, and not without reason called famous.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
A lot of people come to Los Angeles and think that they're going to be famous, just like that.
Well, when I was a kid, I grew up in San Diego next to the ocean. The ocean was my friend - my best friend.
The San Diego region in many ways is defined by our relationship with the ocean. It's our front yard and a beautiful playground for families and visitors. It should be clean, safe, and inviting.
I've been to Reagan National Airport. I tell people it was named after me.
San Diego shaped me a lot. The visual landscapes, the emotional panoramas, the teachers and mentors I had from the third grade through San Diego High - it's all a big part of the poetry fountain that I continue to drink from.
After a prosperous, but to me very wearisome, voyage, we came at last into port. Immediately on landing I got together my few effects; and, squeezing myself through the crowd, went into the nearest and humblest inn which first met my gaze.
The first day of 'The Town' was one of the most satisfying days of my career.
My first port of call was Los Angeles. That's where I laid my first foot on America.
I surfed Dana Point, San Clemente, and of course Huntington Beach. Every morning, you could find me at the hot water pipe.
Maui reminded me of San Diego: beautiful, but crowded.