"America's finest city" is not completely living up to its rep these days. The cost of buying a home has escalated to ridiculous heights (a median price of over $400,000 as of this writing) and the highways and byways are more congested than ever ("mass transit" is something of a myth in our fine city.)
We pay an extra sales tax for reasons I'm not completely clear about and the only growth industries seem to be related to Indian casinos and real estate agents. And tonight the news tells me that half of the city's public swimming pools are going to close for the winter because of budgetary concerns. Close for the "winter". In San Diego. Yikes.
And...*sigh*... we've got the Padres and the Chargers (and thus for yours truly, a resident of more than two decades, it remains delightfully easy to maintain my loyalty to my childhood favorite Dodgers and Raiders.)
And, all that notwithstanding, we're still doing okay. We've got the sun (though we could use more rain...though I guess that having 11 months of sunshine with mostly comfortable temperatures is not really something we should be complaining about) and the people...and maddening and wonderful and diverse a lot as you will find anyway. We've got the feel of small towns (thanks to the distinctive neighborhoods that make up the city) with the expanse and convenience of a major metropolitan area.
"America's finest"? I don't know. But, all things considered, it will most certainly do.
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