I've got a secret.
I’ve got a secret. I ’ve kept it for many years, but it’s time to fess up. No, it’s not an earth-shattering secret. It’s just something about me that I’ve kept hidden for several years. I’ve recently decided that in order to move on I must share this secret. Get it out in the open. I need to “own” it, as Oprah would say. Perhaps people not from Southern California won’t care about my secret. The locals probably won’t care either. The point is that I care and in the interest of clearing my conscious and recognizing that my secret doesn’t necessarily make me a bad person, I’m going to “out” myself. I have many quirks. I’m a bit claustrophobic and I don’t like confined or crowded spaces. I always need to sit so that I can see the door…even if it means turning my back on a stunning view of the Pacific Ocean. Not my secret. I am a native Californian, and no, that’s not my secret, either, but I’m getting close. Let’s stay with the Californian theme, because it’s warm and getting warmer—a...