This ain't real. San Onofre is going backwards. Backwards, not forward. No matter how hard her connections try, she is in dire straits. In '52 there were stalwart memberships led by Eddie McBride, Al Dowden, Opai,
Bill Barnars, Hi Ho Silvers, Art Lavagnino, and a host of others. Now she's diminished to cherry-pit spitting contests, horse-shoes, bocci ball tournaments, anything divorcing itself from the sport itself. I wish I'd anticipated this when I spent hard earned money to join. It's too late now. There's no use crying over spilled milk.