Pondering the city’s love for the Miramar after another recent planning setback.
They survived the Great Depression
But now rot through the recession –
Blue and white bungalows
Which families built and business froze.
Once a place for Joe Normal
To feel posh yet informal
Near vacationing celebrities
And middle class families;
Where the bellhop knew your name
And you were glad you came,
To see waiters balance food
While riding bikes with attitude;
When less owned yachts than rode trains,
Before Miramar played corporate games –
Blue and white bungalows,
Montecito’s thorn or historic rose?