Raiding Party Dispatched In Timely Manner

This morning, "D" picked Richie up at 7:15 a.m., the two of them then went to Long Beach to pick up Mouton and all present and accounted for, they went to Fullerton and will take the train to San Diego to then walk (!) to Petco Stadium for a Padres-Arizona game.

As I am not a baseball fan (major understatement) I have no interest in going, too, as the chaperone or duenna of this once-rowdy trio.  At their ages, "rowdy" would include a hot dog at the game.  Fats, cholesterol and salt, you know.  All of the bad stuff in one tidy roll.

However, this is a yearly event much looked forward to by them.  All of them cite the beauty found in rolling along the Pacific Ocean in a train as of greater joy than the ball game.  My suggestion would be that if they like the train ride so much, pick a destination that appeals to more than baseball wingnuts and do, say, lunch at Peohe's my favorite restaurant on Coronado.  Take a water taxi to and from Peohe's and then  hit a bar or two in Old Towne and take the train from there back to Fullerton.  Money down they would miss the return joys of ocean from the window due to the necessity for a nap.  But if you get only half of what you wanted, you're on a roll.

So far they have remained adamantly opposed to this fine suggestion.  Hope springs eternal.