Killing Synchronicity
Spending the night in downtown San Buenaventura (aka Ventura) after a day of participatic in mindless formalities for the judicial system. Main Street here has a nice mix. On one hand is eclectic retail like antique shops, consigment shops and used book stores. On the other is a wide assortment of restaurants.
But never the two shall meet.
The retailers mostly have very limited hours, like 11-5 and not on Tuesdays. The restaurants might be open, but what’s the point of going for dinner at four in the afternoon at my age. Maybe the two halves work well for the lunch hour, but at dinner it just seemed like a mess of wasted opportunities. Especially considering the number of things in the windows I would’ve considered buying if the shops were open.


