Into the Arizona desert, I started feeling the purple air and the Canyons Mountains swinging you up and down the road as if you’re on a roller coaster. Tons of atmosphere processed by fireworks of crayons colors on canvas. From Tucson where the Ten freeway splits in two like the Red Sea fingers and right before reaching Phoenix, you graft the drive onto the Eight junction four hours away from the destination. Five years after I was back in the Golden State_
Between Yuma and Calexico, the sun climbs his golden stair the valleys, hills, and plains are brown and bare the Owner of everything poured this land with unnumbered bloom. Although the blazing air like a fiery demon would whirl fires making wither, burn, blight, smite and kill anything in the summer_
The Major gift was seeing the Pacific again. As I drove to the zenith of the Coronado Island Bridge I could spot the North Island base. The vision of me sitting on top of the main rotor blades of helicopters like an eagle on the peak of a mountain surrounded by the ocean front was delighting_
For two and half months I was in school for Sikorski SH-60 seahawks helicopters. The days were relatively short so I took the habit to walk daily on the seaside from Base almost to the border letting the crushing of the waves make a home in my ear trump and visualize the Spaniard footprint of the city_
Finding a home downtown San Diego was relatively easy. Was going to be at the corner of 24th and E st. in Golden Hill. A tangerine tree in the back yard was the sign I caught to choose to buy it as I had the same tree back home in Italy where in April time would shoot its ecstasies of perfumes very Mediterranean like._
When I reported to my squadron things were very easy going, no rush, just a few days out to sea or out in the desert for exercising the new pilots, six hours a day and one of three shifts to pick for duty. In a matter of months, I had to qualify as an inspector and take charge of the midnight shift in the silent sleep of San Diego accompanied by the landing planes over Lindbergh airport and the lights of the Gaslamp quarters and those of Pacific Beach flashing behind the hanger bay.