Deep Thoughts On ‘The O.C.’
Recently, a couple we know tried calling a plumber to fix their toilet. Not one plumber in Newport Beach was willing to respond. They would come out for sinks, bathtubs, showers, Jacuzzis, washers and dryers. But one of the plumbers said to get a toilet fixed you have to call outside the 949 area code. It seems the living is good for tradesmen in “The O.C.”
As my wife approached a dry cleaners in Corona del Mar she realized she’d dropped some items in the parking lot. As she retrieved them she noted other clothing strewn about. The owner of the cleaners told her it happens all of the time. In fact, they do a daily “parking lot run” to gather up lost items, many of them expensive and most going unclaimed. I think they’d be smart to open a second-hand boutique next door.
In the Westcliff-17th Street area of Newport-Mesa I count eight coffeehouses. No wonder residents are hyped-up and jittery as they race around with a cell phone in one hand, coffee in the other, while using a forearm to steer an apartment-sized SUV.
At Fashion Island on Sundays the latest ego trip consists of fashion-conscious owners dressing their designer dogs in designer dog clothes and pushing them in matching designer carriages. On casual Fridays you see few dogs. Saturday is the spaniel sabbath. Monday through Thursday, the dogs are taken to the above-mentioned coffeehouses for socialization.
So, if “The O.C.” was an exaggeration of life in our fashionable county, now life in Orange County has become an exaggerated parody of the show. We’re starting to believe what we see on television.
Art imitates life imitates art.
Michael Arnold Glueck, M.D.
Newport Beach
Pension Politics
Great commentary May 29 on John Moorlach and Chriss Street by Rick Reiff!
He hit it right: Union interests versus the public’s interest. Taxeaters versus Taxpayers.
Stewart C. Ross
Irvine
