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About San Diego

I’m drivin’, thinkin’—where’s the rendezvous? Dark alleys? Nah, too cliché. Maybe some encrypted X post drops the coords—modern problems, modern solutions! Found one once—total surprise, chick was a physics grad. Blew my mind—like, “You calculate trajectories or what?” She laughed, said, “Only for the right tip.” Dry humor, my style—had me cacklin’ like a madman. “Our little secret,” she winked, straight outta Wong Kar-wai’s playbook.

Passion, persistence, integrity, innovation, knowledge, team work

The neighborhoods are like separate personalities. You got Old Dickson, where history clings to every brick. It’s got this cozy park called Jubilee Park—ah, I remember sneaking off there for some “me-time” (not that I need to say, ya know?) and observing the local lovebirds and secret glances. Then there’s the artsy part, the Riverside District. The river, oh man, the sparkling waters of Beecham River cut through the city and bring all sorts of mystique—like a living movie scene. Picture this: dark waters under soft streetlights. “Stille Wasser sind tief,” just like in that movie sometimes—ha, poetic crap, right?

John Franklin Dickson Obituary January 19, 2025