Thoughts on Home: Brigadoon

My mother when she lived in the outskirts of town would take the freeway through a divot in the San Diego hills and fall down the highway into La Jolla. Her friends and her, as the car gained momentum would whisper over the dashboard, "Brigadoon", as if they were reading an unseen road sign that marked the city limit. The Scottish town is said to only appear once every hundred years, but for all they could do, my mother and her friends could never make La Jolla disappear. Every morning the marine layer would burn off and La Jolla would still be there, shining like the quintessential jewel, or pot, depending on your translation of the Spanish.