The Dude of Laguna

I promise I'll get a picture of this guy. He's an absolute classic. David and I have taken to calling him the Dude, and whenever one of us spots him, we'll say, "Oh--there's the Dude!" It's a statement that equates to something like, God is in his heaven and all is right with the world. Not, of course, that the Dude is any kind of deity. But I like to think of him as my lucky charm--it's usually a good day when you see the Dude out and about.

Laguna's own Dude

holds court on the corner of

Cress and Glenneyre.

Shirtless, in Carreras and

corduroy short shorts--

he sits on a low stucco

wall, face to the sun.